the simple folk surround me
the terribles astound me
i wonder which i am sometimes
and walk among the free

You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care

the words of the mentor
the words of the king
self created

the pup was mid size
lazy but quick when wanted
played rough but never drew blood
ate her fair share

stayed warm on the rim
protecting her siblings
just the way it was
no problem

grew to love the hunt
the view of the pray
calm powerful quiet
a good meat provider

years of travail thinned
the pack at times
the long summer and
everyone grew fat

fight for food
battles won and lost
rising in order
season is ready

only the strongest allowed
a dame of menace
courage to touch her
her will prevailed

I hear your echos on the wind
sweet whisper in the air
The gentle touch sorrow’s pine
a longing to ensnare

Near slumber, my dreams of you
perhaps something you should know
I dream in vivid colors of multi hue
and relish in your glow

Sometimes I hear your laughter
or way you love to tease
or taunt me like the surging
of a deep and watery sea

Images float of mind on seashores
with sand beneath our feet
Or I’m lost within a daydream
in the bend and flow of wheat

And when I’m lost in passion
with my heart or soul exposed
where kisses float like butterflies
or blown petals of a rose

I dream a dream of you
enraptured by your hues
And hope to meet you there
when you are dreaming too

We give people
the power to
hurt us

We give them the space
to judge us