Like an outcast thrown to the wolves...
But even the wolves were leery...
When thrown to the wolves only to be thrown out by the wolves takes character...
A special breed...
Now out and alone again enjoying the serenity of self...
A lone wolf...
Existing on no ones terms...
Living without the egotistical climate of the pack...
Free to make my decisions using my own mind instead of following aimlessly the high and mighty alpha mutts...
Free to howl at the moon at will...
To have MY voice heard...
Instead being muted by the mindless followers of the big dogs who wait to be told when where to go, when to howl...
Just another mindless voice in the pack...
What a blessing to be able to roam freely...
To exist on my terms...
The lone wolf howls again...
Thrown To The Wolves©
EdwinBrown9®™
9/27/16
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