The inner heart of a proverbial being
Beats in protest of ever being chained
And beats profusely ever more
At the thought of ever being maimed
To be void of any such movement
And denied space to be free
Only enrages the inner animal
With a forth coming display for all to see
With a rage so ferocious and untarnished
That could better the wildest of nights
While Earth is battered by storms
Where perhaps no where is safe in sight
But all it takes is for one to look
To see with adoration and delight
To be inspired by the magic contained
For that inner heart to beat long into the night
Jennifer Don © 2010
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