Poetry |
Lost and Found
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What wounds bred after birth
beaten into the brain strangulating throat choking on air. The aftermath, coiled and hidden in layers he learned to blanket inner turmoil, feigning bravado and comical bombast. His mother and brother heard stifled sobs and whispered wishes for revenge. Would-be friends sensing his inner rage kept them at a safe distance. All but one dropped away one who had no fear gentle as a wounded doe. Recognizing a kindred spirit, she was drawn to him. For the first time ever he opened himself, as she came closer and closer and reached into him. Awakening the wolf shushing his growling holding his head in her hands. He rose on his haunches. He read her unblinking eyes and licked her face. No longer needed, he stepped over her and loped invisible into the night. He became her wolf protective and inseparable. She curled up inside him healing his life time wounds bringing him back to life. They did not count the passing years. lulled by closeness and contentment. When the time came there was no need for words. He took care of her as she had done for him. They held each other until she was gone. At sunrise, pacing in his cage, he is howling for his mate At nightfall he retreats to their bed. As soon as his eyes close he sleeps peacefully as he carries her over the threshold and takes her into his dreams. |
