No fear, no pain, no sleep, no peace.
…
I open
the wooden door for a long walk
But I hear
the wolf’s howl, filled with sadness, an echo of loneliness.
I stand
frozen, unable to move, touched by his emotions,
Only the dread is never meant to be felt.
My eyes
are filling with tears, waves of grief flood every cell of me,
My forgotten
memories come like lost movies black-and-white,
Ready to
be seen, ready to remind me of the child I was.
The wolf
comes near, a blurry shadow at the edge of the misty forest,
His songs
are filled with hunger and regret,
Lone
wolf – wandering the woods aimlessly, with no need to know where to go.
Scared, I
close the door, putting a barrier between me and the approaching howl.
Yet mesmerized,
I listen to what he tells me – a story heavy
– Only the
fittest can survive.
He is
coming closer – he needs a companion even for a minute or so.
His
cries bring back the hidden insecurities, moments of my past
Entwined
with the unnatural meeting we share.
He is
the singer of this horrid song and I am the audience enchanted tone by tone.
My thoughts
keep messing with me – so hopeless as if I never was at all.
And he
sits in front of the door, mourning whatever he lost,
Roaring
sounds shake me to the core – I sink deep into my feelings,
Consumed
by powerlessness against the turmoil coming from his throat.
Enchanted,
I go through every state of his being,
Emotional
exhaustion and then he is gone.
…
The forest
is now silent, just a flashback of a life once lived.
Only the
faint reminiscence of the presence I felt.
My mind
is now black, weary of the encounter I just had.
And on
the threshold of my cabin, I still stand quietly
Engulfed
by the warmth of who I am now -
No fear,
no pain, no sleep, no peace.
