By J Ann Crowder

A wolf follows me, his musky, onyx mane blends into distant shadows
 
He’s always there, with a simpering snarl on his face, inching closer, fangs dripping—he’s patiently waiting
 
I envision his bite venomous, like a snake’s poison
 
He is my fear trapped within, my doubt and inhibitions threatening to swallow me—or perhaps something more?
 
His venom is the poison of thoughts in me, wanting to invade—visions yearning to destroy the mind in me
 
Perhaps the black wolf is the crazy in me?
 
Maybe one day, he’ll catch up to me?
 
For now, I’ll keep walking

There are some days I feel as if I barely escape the wolf. I just keep walking. Written August 18th, 2016.

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Nelson D Reyes
circa 4 anni

And so the trail goes
On and on rocky rugged
Breathe catch breath we do.
NDR

Yes the wolf is always within us. The good news is that we can always catch a breath. Loved this one, thanks Jenifer.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
circa 4 anni

Yes, we can!

Vic
circa 4 anni

The wolf caught up with me a few years ago... lol

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
circa 4 anni

Oh no! Sometimes he really does. Hopefully, only for a short time. The wolf is dangerous. That's why I just keep walking.

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