The wolves surround us all
Some more than others
They don’t seem to want anything
Except an emotion to push us further
We try to stay balanced, an empty void
Though the truth will slip out eventually
Sometimes, I look into a mirror
And see the wolf they think I am
But my rabbit body is tired of the constant stares
And their twisted words to turn us onto ourselves
I can’t change their made-up minds
But perhaps I can become my own wolf, who doesn’t bite
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Robin LeeAnn 
Quite touching and full of reality. Life’s full of wolves, we mustn’t give in to their ill-fated means.
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I agree! Thank you for your kind words.
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Feel most welcome, LeeAnn.
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Peace, Sister.
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I really feel this. Lovely writing.
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Thank you!
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