The Howling Wolf

One mystic full moon night
When the stars sparkled bright,
I witnessed a delightful sight
Of a wolf emerging in moonlight.

He walked with a scarred face
Yet he had charismatic grace.
With pride  the wolf held his head high
As he stared the moon in the sky.

The wolf was banished from his pack
On him, everyone turned their backs.
Loneliness had corrupted wolf’s every bone
He howled from his bleeding soul, alone.

Although fate oppressed him, he never bowed
From his spirit to the moon he howled.
He howled in agony very bitterly
Expressed the depths of his misery.

The wolf seemed like a saint in the dark
Who secretly expressed the pain of his heart.
His howl was eternal & pure
A manifestation of sorrow that he endured.

The howl was symbolic of past struggles
& his determination to overcome his troubles.
Though alone, but the wolf wasn’t weak
For his endurance & fortitude was mystique.

The wolf that night, made me realize
From our loved ones, we might get despised.
In life bonds break, as compassion dies
Yet walking alone, we should strive to rise.



Note: Being a victim of bad times, there have been times when many loved ones had turned their backs on me. Nothing annihilates the soul more than seeing the emotion love in eyes of people (whom you value), getting replaced by an emotion of hatred. It’s emotionally torturous when someone says you can count on them & they turn their backs on you, abandoning you in a helpless state. Through the medium of this poem I have used the symbol of the wolf’s  howl to express that helplessness & tried to portray it as an act of defiance & fortitude. So never feel broken if anyone turns their back on you, stay true to yourself & don’t be afraid to walk alone if need be, for in life on a tight rope we all must walk alone in order to take a stand for what we believe in.