Two Wolves in the Darkness
Simple Poetry Written from the Heart of Someone with a Story
Two wolves sit still on a mountainside,
In front of a moon in a starlit sky.
One snowy white,
The other night black
Echo each other's company
With the world behind their back.
A coat as thick as the air he breathes,
A stare so deep,
through his teeth he seethes.
Eyes alert,
Ears pricked up,
Deep in thought as he watches the one in front.
Unsure of his move,
Filled with aches of the past.
The thumping of his heart
beating seconds so fast.
A feeling of uncertainty
He's learned to live with,
A shadow so cold,
Where the doubt still lingers.
As he stares at the white
He's beating all fear,
All the voices inside telling him
He dare not go near.
A beautiful glare
Looking at the soul,
An act of true danger
Peering through the keyhole.
He stands on the mountain
Without a noise,
He's watching and waiting
With composure and poise.
A calmness sweeps over
The white wolf again,
She's reminded of the reason for peace.
The softness in her eyes
Keep the moment relaxed
As the creatures oppose at ease.
Motionless she stays,
Patience on her tongue,
Waiting for something to happen.
Her mind is at rest,
But her thoughts go on
And pull at the parts left untouched.
Her expressions are forced
Truth is locked up,
But still she remains with her presence.
A burning flame
A desire unfolds
Still she seems the same.
Their silhouettes encased
In a cloud of thought,
The fog of the air undisturbed.
Paws on the path,
Light folding in
On the world as they both see it.
One icy heart,
One numbed to the touch,
As they sit with their wounds alike.
So distant, yet close,
So simply placed
In a darkness that shines ever bright.
About the Creator
Amy Gorman
I’m a TCK with a story.
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