Within these walls
I call my home
a roaring white tiger
freely roamed
terrified
in disbelief
disguise and shelter
is what I seek
an empty closet
appeared as promising
to which I discovered
surprisingly puzzling
a protruding backpack,
what a heavy load
took up such space,
the door would not close
from which the white tiger
would poke and ****
but did not nip,
which I thought to be odd
the next thing I knew,
my back became bare
the door opened wide
without even a care
approaching the beast
with my head held high
I walked towards the exist
with the beast by my side
out in the yard;
a fence and a leash
for which was to withhold
this unruly white beast
though, as I held
that anchoring chain in one hand
a glimpse into pure eyes,
forced my soul to expand
and in that moment,
without second thought
I no longer desired
this creature to be caught
a sense of release
overcame my tight grip
as a breath of relief
fell from my lips
Inspired by my dream from last night:
You see… the white tiger is my inner power, my true self… from which I would keep running and hiding from, all the while clinging onto what no longer serves me... and it isn’t until I decided to release the baggage that I could easily stand tall in the face of adversity… to see how truly beautiful and freeing it really is….
I took this as a message to release my inner white tiger