Claws In The Soul, Chained to The Past
Overwhelmed by assault
Attack or neglect
Terror and hearbreak
Self crushed and shattered
Words don't explain it
Nor reason contains it
Anger and threat
Are sharp claws in my soul
Life-body constricted
No armor sufficient
No corner is safe
No lock feels secure
Can't face or escape
This roaring oppressor
The tiger invades deep
It's screamin' in my soul
The fight and the running
Exhaust every effort
Which turn to decide on
Is always in vain
Yet, now is a moment
My body remebers
A brief state of safety
Unhooks my true soul
poem by Christine Hamilton
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