Treasure Island

Shelbie Hale


The Wolf Within


This is how the story goes
Of the lone wolf
Who no one had ever really known
Until she finally stood

I wandered from pack to pack
Needing somewhere to belong
But all of them would say, 'Stay back! '
When I howled my mournful song

Of the wolves that would get near me
They would always call me names
Tearing me down, piece by piece
To break me was their aim

Then came the day I stood my ground
They still tried to act so tough
But I would not back down
That still didn't make them give up

The battle was so hard and long
I thought the bell of my death would surely toll
But a voice deep inside me said,
'Don't give up, lone wolf, your claws have not yet dulled! '

So loud enough for others to hear
I howled of the battle I'd won
Then came a pack of kind wolves that said,
'It's okay, lone wolf, we're here. Never again will you be alone.'

Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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Possibly my most personal poem. It pretty much tells my backstory, how I am who I am today.

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