He walked alone most days
an empty pit for a hear storms
raging in his thoughts;
the lone wolf prowled.
He kicked pebbles on the silent streets
hoping they would begin
to understand the darkness within;
the lone wolf howled.
It was hard to find light
to comfort his days, with the demons
tearing away at his peace;
the lone wolf winced.
And the laughter, icy and sharp
bit into his sanity and he knew
a mere walk from school was hard enough;
the lone wolf returned.
But darkness shied away with each step forward
and a familiar turn beckons him
to a warmth that soothed his heart;
the lone wolf barked.
As he removed his shoes,
the boy entered
to a whiff of exotic spices and
he heard her singing: light and sweet;
the lone wolf ventured.
She turned around and her eyes twinkled
in affection as he brings him close "How was school, son?"
she implored, curious;
the lone wolf jumped.
And excited feet scampered into the kitchen
he twisted his head at the sound of laughter
but it was not of icicles,
purely warmth;
the lone wolf stared.
"Big brother's home!" his brothers cheered,
they circled him until his insides blurred
and his mother chuckled all the same;
the lone wolf?
And within him,
he solved what had been daunting him so many years;
the light had been here all along
the live wolf found his heart.
By DannyCepul
Thank you a lot for killing your time to write the poem. (:
P.S: Though you feel alone and your heart consumed by the dark, look around you. There are people who love you for what you are!
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