Rage Poetry

If tomorrow you welcomed me

Into your arms and ties

Though your eyes be guileless

Your intent sincere

I would shrink from you


Cower like a wounded stray

A beaten-down cur, 

Wary of the hand that offers

Whimpering with want

While wincing in fear


Should you seek to ensnare me now

I will not be easy prey

Skittish and cautious, elusive

You'll need your utmost patience

And your strongest rope

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written August 4, 2014

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