Nights of Solitude

We are free only when alone.To lead we must appear invincible.

Sad and bright like a funeral pyre,

She raises her eyes at the night sky.

Alone at last, free to show her ire,

She howls at the moon as the night goes by.

Majestic, brave and chief of her pack,

She hunts, fights and  leads.

But when the sun sets and the night is black,

The solitude lets her cry as she bleeds.

The moon above waxes and wanes with time,

Confused, helpless she squirms as she stares.

To be fragile in front of the pack is a crime,

So all day she snarls, hunts and glares.

Dawn breaks. Her peace shatters.

She runs to her pack and they all bow down.

For though power is all that matters,

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Author's Note

I am an amateur poet, who writes what she feels like. Do not expect much from me please :)

Reviews

[KanaDream]

For not expecting much this was amazing! So many think that people who look strong on the outside are strong on the inside little do they know that the 'strong' are merely good actors that have mastered concealment and loneliness. Very nice piece! Keep dreaming.

[Tanya K]

Thank you so much! I am glad you like it. :)