Wolves Howling in the Night
Skeptical, cynical, and perhaps a bit jaded...
My wounded heart protecting with
walls rebuilt, yet circumstamces demand
A short walk outside.
A kind smile, a warm embrace, welcoming energy
A sufficient potion to convince me
This was a safe place
Even if there were opportunities for pain.
Walking hand in hand, arms interlocked in support
A sense of confidence grew
Boldly, quickly, encouraging me to forget my walls
And try, just once more, to feel something
Worthwhile
My efforts were noted,
And so the stars aligned to provide a grand opportunity
To dance with the spirits
In a way that would require strength
Stretching and growing past those walls
And i took it.
Uncertain but open
On sacred ground i stood with my kindred spirits
Pilgrims
Encantations chanted,
And language left me.
The pulse began, filling the room
Replacing uncertainty and fear
With strength and confidence
And as the hooks were placed into flesh
The tribe grew stronger.
Feeding and pulling and dancing
Dances sacred yet profane
Predator, prey, these primal games
Ancestors proud overseers
As i danced and pulled
Cracks formed deep in the walls of my heart
And when the wall broke
All my demons eacaped
Tears, shrieks turned screams,
Echoed from the tribe
Joy, love, support
Filled the void
where the pain and hurt was kept
Cleansing waters left their marks
My "war paint" worn proudly
I still hear the echos of my tribe
Howling with me in that time
And i understand better now
Why wolves howl in the night.
