An evil predator in plain sight
Their sweetness merely a facade.
Untrustworthy; behind their smile
lies(,) hatred, and contempt
Never safe, never knowing
who might appear..
The menacing creature slowly
Tore away at my innocent heart
This red cloak, a feeble attempt at armor
Protect mine eyes from witnessing the violent slings
Dampen mine ears from hearing the grizzly snarls
Yet lacking a dagger, I still was exposed
down the middle,
at my core..
As their claws sliced and scratched
away at my insides.
Seeking refuge in the forest;
Nature, my only friend
My safe haven
From the deadly beast
Awaiting me at “home.”
Written by Rose A. Fitzgerald during a Therapeutic Poetry Workshop courtesy of SocietyX with Lisa Ann Markuson in response to my favorite folktale.
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