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Promise

by Angie Jenkins

I am the unplanted seed
The coiled spring
The electrical socket in a darkened room
I am the tensed, aching muscles of the lioness
Anticipating her attack
The pulsing finger on the trigger
The mighty thunder-clap before the tumultuous tempest.
I may not yet have reached my promise, my potential
But just as the tornado strengthens and stirs before it
Touches the granite
It is only a matter of time before the tenacity within me
Takes charge and relinquishes the storm within,
Leaving nothing but awe and revolution
In its wake.

11/14/2011

Posted on 11/14/2011
Copyright © 2022 Angie Jenkins

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori Blair on 11/28/11 at 03:26 AM

Strong, so very strong..I will never look at a light socket the same..Excellent!!!!

Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/17/12 at 01:47 AM

This poem is in direct contradiction to your poem "Insecure," which I just finished reading. I could not have read those in a better order. If you publish your poetry, place these two poems side by side. This was excellent!

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