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Lone Wolf Weeping.

I was always afraid to unpack my heart. Every time I did, I was no longer wanted.
My instincts are always on point and proven right.

Although numerous times I chose not to believe them.
I got hurt. Every. Single. Time.

I could never understand the way of the world and how someone like me
was always treated like a blind woman with broken wings.

You see, I know of storms, oh and I know them well.
I know rainbows, how beautiful and touching to my soul.

I always call the forsaken ones my friends, I know where they come from.
I was made especially for this. A warrior woman of God.

I am chosen especially for that.
I..just.. know.

I don’t recall weeping too often. That does not make me strong, you know..

I know I have a heart of gold. Trust is a major thing in my life.
I have been badly hurt and broken because of that.

My heart literally hurts.

At times I can feel and hear the lone wolf inside me whimper when I speak.

Nevertheless, I will sow my sorrows in my clothing, and wear them like an evening dress.
Full of confidence. I will keep on smiling, although I am crying inside.

Don’t worry lone wolf. It will be okay.

This, I say to myself, way too often..

I love to walk barefoot in the rain, as it is the only time I feel that I belong somewhere,
like the tears of the earth and I are one.
At least then I know I am safe, and no one can hurt me.

The sad thing here is, that there is no rain in sight.

L.L.