Dear Young Angel Eyes of my past self, I know it seems hard now and no hope seeps through. But I promise you... this abuse will end soon. The welts, tears and innocence taken, you will lift your head high and smile still. That kindness in you will never fade. Your broken heart will mend and heal. Nothing will ever change that gentle spirit. Angel Eyes you will survive! Know all the cruelties of this world. Keeping the hope you buried deep inside. The better tomorrow is coming little one. Remember who you are. And don't ever give up. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Wolf Girl
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Sorrowful Howls
In the early morning of my childhood, I can vaguely remember what my eyes saw. But the feelings, the sounds I know well. Crickets singing nature's lullaby. Light rain showers outside the den. Growling rustle of playfulness. My mother's cold, wet nose nuzzling my muzzle. The warmth of her underbelly drawing me in. Suckling the nipple for sweet, sweet milk. Father has returned from the hunt! Shaking away the water droplets. Raw meat...and blood intoxicate the air. My mouth waters; wanting a taste. But I am far too young so I continue to suckle the milk. Ears twitching, brother and sister devours father's kill. Disappointed, I whimper and cry. Mother nuzzles me in tight. Even father lays next. Giving my muzzle a good licking. Yawning, stretching I drift off to sleep... Faintly hearing sorrowful howls.
By Jessica Montgomery6 years ago in Poets
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