A sheep in wolf clothing

Each day I come and sit at the window

Hoping that today will be the day

That I will see my wolf

 

At the end of each day I am disappointed

That my wolf didn’t visit

I know my wolf will come back to me

 

All I can do is wait

I lost count on how people ask about my wolf

Each time I gave them the same answer

 

No one will ever be able to take my wolf away

There will be a day when my wolf will set me free

Then no one will ever be able to stop me

 

It was a windy winter’s night

I was wide awake worrying about my wolf

He had never stayed this long away

 

I refuse to even allow the reason my wolf

Had not shown up in three months

I could feel in my soul my wolf was alive

 

It was very late that in the evening

When I heard this very faint howl outside my window

I jumped out of my bed and went to my window

 

A huge smile broke across my face

My wolf had come back to me

I opened my window as quietly as I could

 

I reached my hand out and I was welcome by his fur

Tears started to stream down my face

A single tear fell into the midnight black fur by his neck

 

I wanted to get out of this place

So badly that I was willing to do anything

My wolf looked at me with knowing eyes

 

That one look from my wolf’s eyes was all I need

I had the courage to leave

The courage I had not had before

 

I climbed out of my window

Making sure my wolf or I would not get injured

As soon as my feet had hit the snow I let out a squeal

 

I was not prepared to feel the cold on my bare feet

I stood there next to my wolf waiting for the next move

He refused to move an inch

 

At first I did not understand what my wolf wanted

I saw him look at my feet then his back

Now I understand my wolf was going to carry me

 

I slowly got onto his back afraid I might hurt him

Once he knew I would not fall and I was on the holding tight

Off we went through the woods to an unknown place

 

It was strange to me for putting my trust in him

Somehow I knew he would never harm me

That he would protect me from those who would

 

At least I understand the meaning of being free

I love how the wind went through my hair as we soared

 

Before I even realized we came to a stop inside a cave

I got off my wolf and sat on the ground

It wasn’t until I sat down did the cold hit me

 

I could feel the shivers running up and down my back

My wolf walked up behind me and rubbed his fur against my back

It was like my wolf was trying to warm me up

 

For the first time in a long time I felt love

I laid fully down on the ground and he wrapped his body around me

I felt at peace

 

As I slowly allowed my eyes to close

A thought hit me I was no longer in pain

I look at him and saw him as my angel

 

My angel who was going to take me home

I heard many say that it’s scary when your angel comes to you

That may be true to some

 

Not for me though

I had fought for so long and so hard

That I wanted this peace

 

One last look at my wolf

I could have sworn he was sad I was leaving

But I wouldn’t want to leave any other way

Reviews

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

As I reflect on the cliché I balanced this against the story and here is my conclusion. In theory the wolf in sheep's clothing deals with deception, betrayal ....being not who you are. Now the wolf is the natural enemy of sheep so why trust him. It appears that the wolf couldn't do the mercy killing and the angel came to relieve him of that burden or he didn't and the angel came to deliver her soul to heaven.

[W R Stowe]

Its a very delightful story yet I noticed a few typos .(A single tear" feel "into the midnight black fur by his neck)is this suppose to be fell ?(That one look from my wolf’s eyes/ was I need/)"I think you meant "was all I needed"(As soon as my "fee" had hit the snow I let out a squeal)I think you meant" feet".(Once he knew I was" fall "on the holding tight)"The" should be replaced with "and"lose "fall"

This was a very descriptive narrative of a long term sufferer of a very painful illness cancer perhaps and though they wanted death their conscience refused to allow suicide thus death finally had come once they lied down upon the ground.Very good story and descriptive