Wolf // Alone

Perhaps the moon will eventually find it's way through the canopy of trees that is my mind.
The pack is calling me home,
But each trail is hidden
beneath shadows that are too dark to conquer.

So perhaps I will stay rooted
here in the darkness,
And perhaps morning will come.

The only dilemma, my love, is that I have become rather fond of the darkness
and all of it's sorrow.

When the cold hands of grief reach for me in the night,
I greet it as an old friend
and allow it to consume me.

-A.a

Reviews

[AnastasiaTalia]

Very nice. Very good work.

[AaronFreitas]

Another awesome piece Amber! I really enjoyed it especially the lines "When the cold hands of grief reach for me in the night, I greet it as an old friend and allow it to consume me." Good work

[Dawn]

I honestly got a chill down my spine from the last part of this. It really could be the thoughts of a wolf, the alien feelings of a badass wild animal, translated into human language, and worded so well. I like it. :)