In the wild, I would be a cheetah.
Crawling, biting, drooling.
I would roar instead of speak
I would run instead of freeze
I would stare my enemies down
Instead of crawl to a corner and cry.
A cheetah stares life in the face.
A cheetah knows it only lives once.
A cheetah knows life is fickle, fleeting, gone
A cheetah knows who is prey and who is an ally.
A cheetah knows.
In the wild, I would live forever
Or until a bigger cheetah will hunt me down
But I would live so fully until that moment
Like a cheetah.
Like a woman-cheetah.
Wild, vocal and free.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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