Caged animal, waiting for
That one last hunt.
Poised on front foot,
Body weight shifted to rear.
Ready to jump as soon as
You open your gates.
But you're afraid of the
Turbulence aren't you?
Second guessing your ability to
Bear lightening and thunder?
To protect the flicker of
Light that you haven't lit yet,
You go all lengths to contain
The storm inside..
And the darkness in your
Life and winter in your legs.
The animal you are, wanting
That one final hunt..
But you were afraid of the
Taking chances all your life,
And you wonder how you
Starved yourself to death.