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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.
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