Hold High Heavy HopeA Poem by WolfDuricanI climbed to the highest hill expecting To find myself pulled down by rubble, But found the stars were shining brighter, So I settled under the light, expecting silence, But the sound of voices raised in harmony were staying So I reached up with my brush and painted A myriad of glimmering patterns, the paint, Dripping onto my black fur to make more stars That I carry pridefully, lovingly. And when the heat of the fire dies off Let my fur be the warmth that keeps, Let my heart be the drums that beat, Because it learned to beat to the high King’s beat, and to follow his feats, And I felt so incredibly bold, but sometimes The loneliness would feel so cold, That I would tell my story desolately I’ve known the fire all my life, lighting up In anger and pain and guilt at being alive, But now the fire has a purpose, and it’s staying, And it’s pertinent to know that it’s now Of love and faith and trust, passionately, I ask that you know that you’ve always been enough But know that my fur is thick, so even when The candles fail to stay lit I will be there to guide you back to it Humbly, solemnly, wishing for it to be so © 2018 WolfDurican |
StatsAuthorWolfDuricanNMAboutI'm a writer intent on writing fantasy about wolves and nature. I have a Patreon as well under the name Wolf Durican which is linked to actual stories of mine that I intend to rewrite here as complete.. more..Writing
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