Claws In The Soul, Chained To The Past Poem by Christine Hamilton

Claws In The Soul, Chained To The Past

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Overwhelmed by assault
Attack or neglect
Terror and hearbreak
Self crushed and shattered

Words don't explain it
Nor reason contains it
Anger and threat
Are sharp claws in my soul

Life-body constricted
No armor sufficient
No corner is safe
No lock feels secure

Can't face or escape
This roaring oppressor
The tiger invades deep
It's screamin' in my soul

The fight and the running
Exhaust every effort
Which turn to decide on
Is always in vain

Yet, now is a moment
My body remebers
A brief state of safety
Unhooks my true soul

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 16 August 2006

Wonderful poem Christine. I especially like your short lines....it adds to the intense feelings. Great job! Sincerely, mary

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I'm in this line of work and you describe it brilliantly. Esra Sloblock

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