the wolf in me
nestled close to warm fur
in colors of gray, brown, reddish,
black, and white
each color a portrait of perfection
always in survival mode
a passing elk has no chance but to give
into a wolf’s hunger
part of a pack
never alone
mating, breeding, hunting
I mate with the day’s sun
breeding stories, the offspring
of my day
hunting for inspiration along
the day’s path
intense and naturally bred to be
out in nature, in the wild
where birds companion my journey
and wolves pierce the framework of life
entering through the porthole of my heart
fierce is the path and focused
to capture the hearts of others
along the highway
I ride in its cloak of written lore
passing by countless hills of rejection
only to leave mirth by the wayside
for a short while
discovering new plots in the shadows
of trees
the story deepens growing within
the harbor of openness
casting out the swatches of envy to
withhold the magnitude of fear
living on a fearless plain
safe in the arms of wolfsbane by
phonetic charm and
fictional wizardry.
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Beautiful poem! I especially love the line "only to leave mirth by the wayside".
Thank you.