My protector.
You feel who I am.
Spirit animal—
Friend—
Companion.
Those who have tasted fear
From within—
Who have survived,
Thrived—
Came out firewalkers.
No one will know you
Like I do.
No one will know me
Like you do.
Companion—
Friend—
Spirit animal.
You who feel who I am.
My protector.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: May 10th, 2025 07:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to my old girl, Chloe, who still has pep in her step. She’s a rescue—and like her dad, she has an anxiety disorder. The other day, in the middle of a panic attack, she sensed something was wrong. She came over, kissed my face, then turned and sat with her back to me—guarding me. After that, she did a sweep of the house, came back, and sat down again, still on alert. Animals have an emotional intelligence that far surpasses that of human beings. This poem captures that moment.
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