Tonight I would...

Tonight I would cry. Tonight I wound sneak into the woods unnoticed and would meet the wolves. Tonight I would braid my hair with grass and cover my skin with dust. I would dig a little hole in the dirt, under a tree, and would sit there, quiet, cold, simple. I would lick my wounds. The wounds no one inflicted, the wounds I carry from past lives, the ones open by disconnected love, the ones that bleed and the ones you can hardly see the scar. The wolves would sit near, and in the beginning I would refuse the comfort of their fur, lost in the victimization cycle. I would sit, cold, alone, and I would cry. And the cry would caress every cut and every bruise, warm tears opening my heart. Next thing i notice the wolves would be there, cleaning my face with their thick tongue and covering it with healing saliva, siting behind me padding my bed. And tonight I would look deep into their eyes and have no fear. I would not want a house, a bed, or a family, I would see it there, in the hypnotic gaze of the wolf, all there is. And tonight I would hug that, cause it is all Me.