To hear a sound that resonates inside of me
It can be quiet frightening
Though I know what it is it still scares me
The golden fur that flows over those strong muscles
It falls gracefully over her shoulders and down her back
She is simple my feelings that I hold desperately onto
While trying to protect them I have learned to let others know
She has taught me to let others see who I am and I start to shin
We wait for others to see us for we are weary of others.
When I hear howl I can’t help but to say what I need to say
The fear of others judgment is what ties me down
With heavy chains and I fear the pain that comes with there taunts
But the older I get the less it bothers me it’s merely a feeling of being forgotten.
There are times when I hear her start to sing a wild and free song
And I can’t help but to raise my voice to it
I match her wild notes with soft gentle ones of my own
Our song raises high in our thoughts but no one will ever hear it
For we hide it away from others
When will I feel the confidence and strength of a blooming heart,
Or is it the fact that I have already felt it though I just haven’t noticed it yet
What does it feel like to be proud of yourself?
And to feel the love of others that is true acceptance
This is what we wish for but how hard is to obtain
Will I ever be like my wolf?
I feel as though I am always alone here it can’t be possible
We are two lone wolves searching for someone who will trust us as we’ve trusted others.