K. Tolnoe - The Wolf

when the autumn brings the sunset to the woods and the winds rise to freeze over the world it is time to come home to unite the wild in your soul with the calm in your heart its time for your song and your roar to become one echoing through the forest to attract what you deserve to trust in your senses and your deepest instincts for they are the power within that leads you to your pack for the final reunion its time to run to the lake take a step back and admire your reflection in the mirror of the surface to see so clearly that you have become the wolf i long for the infinity of my childhood where everything was possible why am i so distracted the vision is living in my head but its blurred out blocked by everything else going on maybe i am falling to pieces because i want so many different things at the same time being pulled in every direction will i ever find the path and be certain its the right way? what if i waste all my power fighting for the wrong thing sacrificing everything to get it only to open my eyes see my empty palms and realize i already had everything i ever wanted i am seduced by my own strength how it feels in my mind the way it lifts me and gives me wings making everything possible but it cannot be trusted one day i rise as the king of the woods the next morning i am kneeling by the roots begging the higher powers for a helping hand the belief that i am strong enough to win on my own is as drifty as i am and this is what characterizes me that i drift from owning the world to being crushed by it as if there is no in between every man i know feels an urge to protect the women he loves but from what? maybe if every one of them showed a little more respect decency and compassion not for women of their choice but for all there would be no need for protection our love was more than a story not just an epic tale but a whole new world opening its doors to me and once i took a step in i couldnt leave for as a writer i was intrigued by the way we danced the drama acted out the words in a performance that was thriller dark but magical like a fairy tale it kept me awake in the days and through the nights typing but it all came to an end that even i couldnt rewrite i am a woman of the wild looking around to see my roots wither and die there is no untying of this bond between me and the earth i am bleeding with the rivers fading away with the coral reefs i feel my hopes cut down with every tree i want to shake the world wash our eyes clean with salts from the ocean dont you see? once its all gone so are we doubt sticks to me like a shadow no matter how fast i run how many miles i cover and how many enemies i destroy i cannot seem to escape the dark shape on my shoulder that crumbles my paper and corrupts my pen until i start to believe its whispers i am so used to being alone i am not sure how to do anything else as humans we are both blessed and cursed with a vivid imagination it tells us stories of eternal love shows us images full of colors that never fade away it inspires us to keep going and hold on to the hope but it also sets us up for disappointment for reality is not our fantasy and in this world nothing is as it seems sometimes the brightest of visions are nothing but empty illusions i envy the wild animals for they have always known their path you see me through a filter a glass of a certain shade fitting me into a set frame only to reassure yourself of your rightness what is the point of trying to convince you i have changed why even bother trying to get you to see my new ways when you cannot look away from yourself