Sunday, October 08, 2017

169. Threat from within

These days, I don't talk much,
I want to protect my tongue
From my teeth which seem ready
To pounce on her and bite her.

My tongue is one,
But my teeth are thirty two,
My tongue is soft,
But my teeth are cruel,
I must keep my tongue reigned in
Lest she may be harmed.

I tell my tongue to be wary
Not of others, but my own.

1 comment:

How do we know said...

The tongue is gentle. She can be a serpent, or an eel. Of course, she can be the gentle nurturer too. The tongue knows its own power.