the lone hyena in a wolf's clothing

the lone hyena in a wolf's clothing

A Poem by meganwheeler

  A lone wolf. That's who I am; it's what I am.



They come and they go,

 Never to be heard again

But to be seen at a distance,

Fearing the tearing of flesh from these canines.




The destruction of self.



Inevitably they desert me,

 When will I learn?


The end result is the same,

Left fending for myself;

Exploring life as it truly is.


At what point can a simple canine comprehend this truth?

When do the joys of a mutt's heart give over to reality?


One day,

One glorious day,

This wolf will run with a pack of hyenas,

Claiming one with the outcasts.


Nothing but love to give,

 For once to be fully accepted for what it is I really am.

© 2014 meganwheeler

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Added on June 21, 2014
Last Updated on June 21, 2014