I stifle the roar
I must let go
Lulled into safety
then delivered a blow
I did not see it coming
I was unaware
That evils lie within
Unbeknownst without a care
Though cloaked in kindly words
Like a lamb to the slaughter
I scarce can stand to tell it
the words I cannot utter
though I want to roar
I cry
though I want to scratch
I sigh
though I want to pounce
I sit
see this once roaring Lioness
has been tamed
tears fall down my mane
instead of anger only pain
Tell Me About It 
Thank you, you wrote my heart. You are so real and so authentic, You break my heart with your words and heal my soul with your art. Does that even make sense? Love you.
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Wow!
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I’ll be free tomorrow. I’ll tell you why I’ve had a bit on too.
PS your art is always superb but your writing was great too.
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Hmmm. I like the poem but, has the lioness been tamed?
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I thought so..
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