Turmoil of a Thousand Voices
I am feeling broken and disconnected
Like a puzzle piece left all alone
I crave and desperately need his touch
Only he can heal the wounds that are so raw
Torturous voices berate my mind
All fighting for a way to be heard and released
Not able to pick up a pen to write
It feels like it burns my hand…
My heart is screaming in my chest for his closeness
My inner wolf howling inside my soul
I need release; I need his voice to caress my ears
Yet he is so far away and unable to come to me
So tired… all I want is to be laying in his arms
Protected from the world and loved ‘til the end
But for now Sister Wolf paces inside of me
Waiting to go home to her mate.
I know this poem might not make sense to anyone, but I sometimes use poetry as a form for journaling... this is one such example.
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