"The Wolf In Us" by Rolly A. Chabot
I have been with Hug Pages off and on for the past four years and have come across many talented writers. The genres vary and yet they are all inspirational and often so very talented.
This morning we find ourselves under yet another fresh blanket of snow. The land has been made clean and new again and yes it is a blessing to see. Just behind the clouds the sun is attempting to break out and smile down upon us for a few hours. It is a good day.
This morning I would like to try something totally and completely out of my comfort zone. I think life is a learning process and you my fellow writers have given inspiration. What on earth is he up to now you may ask?
Well gather around the Fireside and lets see what happens when I attempt to write a poem. "What is that Willis? you may ask. That's right a poem. "Bare with me and entertain me please"... he says as he steps forward in trepidation and some doubt.
Know that you are dearly loved...
It is I Who Calls
I stand alone in the dark of night
Alone, so alone and yet so near
The cold is near and yes I live in the same world as you
Yet who is it that hears my plight.
Few have come and learned of me
Even less have stayed and watched me grow
For me the world I choose I live to play
Where only few can say they are me.
Who am I you may ask
I am the one who like you must care
For those who I have sired and taken to call my own
I am the one called like you who has taken to the task.
I watch from a distance as you tend to your loves
I smile and think of how much we are the same
You see you are no different as you work and you play
We both are the same, we have been blessed from above.
I wish I could speak of the misunderstanding I have been given
You see I am the wolf who cares for his own
We are the same in so many ways I too stand and call out
And like you I care for what is mine like you I am driven.
Listen close on the nights that are cold and forlorn
Listen to my call from hilltop so high as I announce I have survived
Yet another day at your hand, why is it you hunt me
In such cruel hard ways with little escape I run from evening to morn.
Take but a moment to think of my plight
I like you raise family whom I care for and feed
Take time to forget of the movies and songs misunderstood
For I am the one who suffers it is I who is in flight.
Your trophies you hang with the little thought of but relief
They line your walls like they belong
You stand and you brag of your courageous endeavours
With weapons so powerful that bring nothing but grief.
Please oh please I beg you to stop come close and listen to the call
Yes they are my family just as yours are yours
Come stand with me and I will not harm you
Listen to me closely before another must fall.
I am the wolf who you may fear
I am sorry for what you must think
I ask you to take the time to learn of who you are afraid
In your world you are cautious of even those you hold dear.
What a shame it is my friend
As I hear you call out and shed your tears
You stand ever so tall and whisper your fear in troubled times
Of the world we watch slowly come to an end.
© Rolly A. Chabot
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