A lost swan - swimming alone
Searching
Lake to lake - door to door
Exiled
It's been a seemingly unending winter
Near death, she pulls herself from the water
To yet another dry shore
In the sky, they appear
Those angelic creatures - the  most beautiful she has
Ever seen
She feels something move within her
A restless river
A wild.  rebellious.  Illuminate.  Uncontrollable
Force
She remembers
It's only a fleeting second
But the image is there
Then she hears it -  tiny and distant
But undeniable just the same
The voice

It has been with her all along - not gone as she imagined
Only silenced

Now as the cold breaks, she watches the spring flowers
Forcing their way to the surface
Like the spirit within her, fighting to regain control
She knows
The daffodils will break through
Just as her inner wolf will reclaim her


But for now the voice is enough -  It is all she has
Ever needed