Finding a Friend

Out there in the forest,
running from herself;
determined to hide from him,
even if her teeth rot out of her head.

She will not yield.

Crying alone in the forest;
a wolf appears in the distance
and she is caught off guard.

The tears stop.
She is lost in the fur of a hug and a kiss.

Found, she stands up and walks away;
for so much of her life, she ran from herself.

Now she walks with a friend.

The man with no heart can rot in hell.

The Door

Shunned for being different, blamed for the famine and the storms.

An ostentiferous girl with violet eyes and dark hair, a beauty not fit for this world, was sent to live in the forest.

Walking to forget, to find kindness and a warm home, she stumbled upon a beautiful tree with a wooden door.

Feeling as if nothing mattered, she opened the door, stepped inside, and left the cold lonely forest behind.

Anchored: The Wolf and the Man

My mane is unbrushed and dirty,
there’s no snow for me to roll in.

My matted mane disgusts me;
once I was snow-covered, clean.

You saw me padding in the snow;
paw-prints, fur shaking, a look.

You caught me in your embrace,
free to be, yet anchored to you.

My soul remains free,
yet the cage you gave me is cosy.

I will stay if you take me back to
the snow, brush my mane clean,
and say the words you must say.