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The tigress which others see, Intimidating, strong and gutsy Hides the vulnerable cub's innate Curled up to her trusted mate Thrown in a bag, tossed aside Cold relentless water, the harsh tide Paralysed, alone and broken Old wounds. split wide open Bleeding out with self-doubt The frightened cub cry’s out Wakes the tigress, and with a roar Rescues herself and swims ashore…
Romanticism versus realism
Secretly wishing to be swept away By declarations of love The core of my romantic notions Covered in layers of realism Gradually waking up to the fact It’s a fantasy, that won’t happen Clashing with this superficial reality Commercial gods, consumer dates It’s fake, so I ride my cares away On beautiful four-legged mounts Taking comfort from friendship
Storm Dudley blusters and blows Surging gusts, that keenly clamour Battened down in candlelight Intoxicated by the maniacal tones Outside I roam, buffeted I crouch Hunker down still defiantly bold Sheltered by the sharp-fanged briar Into your eye, I glare and scowl Yield and laud your power.