The wolf behind your eyes
There is a forest
That you've always loved to escape into
To roam free between the branches
And run swift with the wind.
And maybe one day you decided
To lead a wolf from its depths
Bring it to the fire
And call it by your name.
The first few times were acceptable
Then they weren't
Then they snapped and turned on you
On your wolves
On your demons
On the wilder parts of your soul.
But the wolves that they tried to kill
They never really left you
You never really left you
How could you?
You just hid.
I see you
You're still right there
Hidden behind the broken eyes
Take up your sword
Unsheathe your claws
And walk back into the woods.
And maybe the monsters will leer at you;
Don't worry, that's what the sword is for
But even as you hold it out
Remember this.
Those monsters are just earlier versions
Of the person you are today
That you destroyed with every step you took
Further away from the forest
Earlier versions
Of the person you are today
That you destroyed with every step you took
Further back into the forest.
Don't fear yourself
Not like they did
Not like they did when they tried to stop you
From rising higher and calling out.
Compliance?
You?
I would never expect that
Howl for all you're worth
It won't be easy
But you already know that
So take up your sword
Unsheathe your claws
And walk back into the woods.
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