"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Self defense

My father taught me self defense
when I was just a girl

How to twist my arm and pull down
if ever I am grabbed 'round the wrist
by some menacing assailant

How to seek the weak link
between the forefinger and the thumb
and break the controlling circle
in one swift unexpected move

But I have not yet learned
how to twist and break free
from the unseen grip
that encircles my heart with worry

Where is the weak spot
amongst the icy fingers of fear

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