lone wolf

A poem about me.

lone wolf

 

from my delivery

to this earth

when I descended

safely from birth

until these final hours

my journey of

lonesomeness

has never ended

 

in a crowded room

a medieval tomb

or an intimate room 

where loved ones gather

my unattached persona

keeps me feeling aloof

wherever I roam

 

perhaps it was the weeks

of being apart from my

mother after birth

 

or the birth order

of my mother and

her unique family

history

 

regardless

of the reasons

all of my days

I've felt like

the lone wolf

wandering

about a deserted

highway ready for

a warm den and a friendly

pack to call my own

 

throughout this

active life of mine 

I've always yearned

to be held close

to a warm beating

heart by the loving

arms of a gentle

soul and

peacefully

rocked

like a

fragile

infant

baby

 

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Very beautiful in its sadness. The longing to be loved and accepted, to be part of a family group or group of some sort.

[Bubo]

The last stanza is beautiful, full of need and warmth of wanting to be loved, held like a child, to capture all missed things of infancy.....being a lone wolf brings its own wisdom , and you have written a beautiful piece.

[Robin]

this is a heart felt outpouring

there is strength in being able to stand alone , but sometimes . . .