The Cycle

January 24, 2017
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Look around
I notice it now
The hints I couldn’t see before
Now I know
I can spot it in a crowd

The tiger waits patiently
For a gap
When arrogance swells
Ready to attack

His claws are sharper than a knife
Tearing into my heart

The outside looks bright and sunny
But inside, a hurricane storms

It waits for the opportune moment
When my guard is down
The tiger pounces
One bad day

Then I can rise
Take back the day
Prove my strength
Survival of the fittest

A voice, crisp and clear
Ringing sole on a dark, silent night
Healing the shreds
Saving the soul
Only victory soothes the tattered heart

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