The Little She-Wolf
Hair as soft as dandelion fluff The color of sodden earth Strangling sleeping breath And curling over tattooed sheets
Surrounded by wounded walls Made of clear skies Her eyes flutter open Softer than a moth's kiss
She covers herself in a chrysalis of cloth Face and teeth Bared for all to see
Little she-wolf pads through the halls Putting herself between the world and her pack As loyal as a common dog Hiding her passion behind the bravado of a fox
As the danger passes She is free to roam Run to her den of pastel blue With twinkling, tinkling fairy lights Singing her to dream with siren songs
Threw open the window Inviting chilled wind to enter As intrusive as ivy Her paper angels flutter with words
The she-wolf glares at the moon Knowing its cycles bring new moons New moods
She sings out No longer scared of its pull Dragging waves to the rocky shore Dragging her to the rocky shore
No longer afraid No longer a pup No longer the omega she once was
She will not hide In layers of ash and sorrow
No longer is she a lone wolf Snapping at others To keep her aching heart at bay
Now she walks with her head held high Pridefully feeling her howls Resonate in her ribs And echo off the rocky cliffs She once dread
The little she-wolf is no longer the scared child Dressed in baggy black Heavy headed with sadness and buzzing thoughts Shaking limbs and impaired judgement
Protective and loving She grows stronger With roots curling Securing
The shaking limbs now immobile Her hands reaching to the sky Happy for rain Happy for sun Happy for life
The little she-wolf is happy
Inside and out
The little she-wolf
Is me