the wonderful thinG about tiGGeRs. . .

Saber tooth

worries stalk me

circling my perimeter day after day

–kept at busy’s bay–

they attack from dusk to dawn

chewing up my insides,

and scoring through my outsides,

and second-guessing decides,

they pack with wild bore’s

–the kill of which

often renders them one and the same—

all the while

jokesters cackling

maniacally from a distance

–disturbing  chorus pitched particular to my frequency—

and though I gird myself

and guard myself,

and run myself

and from myself,

–all quest for safe haven

returns

–on silent pause–

to me.

 

 

 

 

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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