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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