Lone Wolf

Willow
She stands there,
Alone,
Staring at the sky.


She is a lone wolf,
Scared,
But she doesn't cry.

Her heart is strong,
Loved,
She knows she is.

And yet she sighs,
Pathetic,
She can't enjoy bliss.

She lingers on the edge,
Holding,
Onto something lost.

She can't remember it,
Forgot,
But will go to all costs.

She is strong amongst the weak,
Brave,
As she cowers in the corner.

She wears her necklace,
Tiger,
But her tears do adorn her.

She can't let it go,
Fear,
No matter how hard she tried.

She will only fall,
Stumble,
And again she has cried.

Published by Willow

I'm 29 years old, I'm Pagan, and after much research I'd say I have to be Democrat. I love animals, reading, writing and being outdoors. I love to travel and I'm a total gamer and geek.  View profile

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