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A tiger just walked into my room I stop breathing It walks casually around the perimeter, investigating, unfazed by my presence I don’t think its noticed me I’m motionless, silent but the fear inside me is deafening I hope the tiger can’t hear my fear It’s purrs sound safe but they are interrupted by an occasional low lazy growl of undecided and perhaps ill intent My mouth is so dry it burns but the drink on the table before me seems a million miles away right now I watch the tiger intently as it passes me on its way to survey the bedroom The tiger does not acknowledge me as it passes, perhaps it hasn’t seen me I hope it has eaten It brushes past my arm as it reenters the room and my muscles lock in tension, The tigers body felt warm I notice how beautiful, how majestic, its head suddenly turns to me as if to acknowledge the compliment of my thought Don’t think! Idiot! it can hear your thoughts I gulp…. it’s staring right at me now The tiger has seen me, that’s it… I’m done for It looks at me, into me, deep down inside, tasting my soul to see if its something that may suffice as a snack until dinner I hope my soul tastes bitter The tiger slowly approaches, its eyes fixed to mine I can’t run, even if I could I’d never make it to the door Please let my soul taste bitter So this is how it ends, I end In these closing seconds I try to make my peace with the world, myself I surrender to my fate of teeth and claws I surrender Hmmm, surrender feels ok actually I let go, my muscles let go, the deafening tension dissolves and calm fills me I hope my soul tastes sweet Please let my soul taste sweet, at least that, let my last achievement be a decent meal The tigers face touches mine, it sniffs me and exhales, breath humid and warm like the jungle I say goodbye to myself I close my eyes and welcome its teeth to take me I’m at peace, I am peace But moments pass And moments more Yet I’m not eaten My eyes open to see the tiger laying down by my feet I’m perplexed I finally exhale I am saved! I am safe! shhhhh! Stop thinking so loudly This tiger has mercy for me Perhaps it likes me, perhaps we could be friends Pretty cool to roll up somewhere with a tiger in tow The tiger reaches out and places a very heavy paw on top of my foot, pinning me effortlessly to the floor Looks like I’m going nowhere I hope my soul tastes bitter Please let my soul taste bitter
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Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
Tiger in my room
A tiger just walked into my room I stop breathing It walks casually around the perimeter, investigating, unfazed by my presence I don’t think its noticed me I’m motionless, silent but the fear inside me is deafening I hope the tiger can’t hear my fear It’s purrs sound safe but they are interrupted by an occasional low lazy growl of undecided and perhaps ill intent My mouth is so dry it burns but the drink on the table before me seems a million miles away right now I watch the tiger intently as it passes me on its way to survey the bedroom The tiger does not acknowledge me as it passes, perhaps it hasn’t seen me I hope it has eaten It brushes past my arm as it reenters the room and my muscles lock in tension, The tigers body felt warm I notice how beautiful, how majestic, its head suddenly turns to me as if to acknowledge the compliment of my thought Don’t think! Idiot! it can hear your thoughts I gulp…. it’s staring right at me now The tiger has seen me, that’s it… I’m done for It looks at me, into me, deep down inside, tasting my soul to see if its something that may suffice as a snack until dinner I hope my soul tastes bitter The tiger slowly approaches, its eyes fixed to mine I can’t run, even if I could I’d never make it to the door Please let my soul taste bitter So this is how it ends, I end In these closing seconds I try to make my peace with the world, myself I surrender to my fate of teeth and claws I surrender Hmmm, surrender feels ok actually I let go, my muscles let go, the deafening tension dissolves and calm fills me I hope my soul tastes sweet Please let my soul taste sweet, at least that, let my last achievement be a decent meal The tigers face touches mine, it sniffs me and exhales, breath humid and warm like the jungle I say goodbye to myself I close my eyes and welcome its teeth to take me I’m at peace, I am peace But moments pass And moments more Yet I’m not eaten My eyes open to see the tiger laying down by my feet I’m perplexed I finally exhale I am saved! I am safe! shhhhh! Stop thinking so loudly This tiger has mercy for me Perhaps it likes me, perhaps we could be friends Pretty cool to roll up somewhere with a tiger in tow The tiger reaches out and places a very heavy paw on top of my foot, pinning me effortlessly to the floor Looks like I’m going nowhere I hope my soul tastes bitter Please let my soul taste bitter
a poem about episodes of reoccurring anxiety
#trauma#poem
Written by
troy-wylie-hill
50/M/Amsterdam
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
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