My wolf scratches my mind,
Clouding my vision,
Destroying my memory,
"What do you want?!"
"Why me?!"
I scream question after question,
Its howl matches my screams,
Taunting me with questions of its own,
"That's good enough for you?"
"You really think they care?"
Yet,
No matter what hat my wolf does,
I know I need it,
Want it,
Empty without it,
Then I think a small thought,
Something I'm scared to let go,
Yet even more scared to let grow,
The thoughts grow multiply become something solid,
My wolf raised its howl,
Trying to replace me with itself,
The fully grown thoughts wrapped themselves around my wolf,
It's as if I was watching a movie,
That small solid thought molded itself into a collar,
My confidence into a chain,
I laughed,
I whispered,
"You are not me."
Now I see clearly,
Remember with ease,
I'm not my wolf,
I'm not the questions I screamed,
Nor am I even the thoughts that controlled my wolf,
I'm just me.
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It's been a little bit since I last posted. Sorry about that. Good news is I might be able to get this book published, so all you non-existent readers, cross your fingers, please. Thanks
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