the lone hyena in a wolf's clothingA Poem by meganwheelermeganwheelerfiction.blogspot.com
A lone wolf. That's who I am; it's what I am.
People, They come and they go, Never to be heard again But to be seen at a distance, Fearing the tearing of flesh from these canines.
Compassion, Loyalty, The destruction of self.
Packs, Inevitably they desert me, When will I learn?
The end result is the same, Left fending for myself; Exploring life as it truly is.
At what point can a simple canine comprehend this truth? When do the joys of a mutt's heart give over to reality?
One day, One glorious day, This wolf will run with a pack of hyenas, Claiming one with the outcasts.
Nothing but love to give, For once to be fully accepted for what it is I really am. © 2014 meganwheeler
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