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An essence heard a heartfelt plea
meek, unconfident, not familiar
"Should I bother anymore? Please guide me."
His words hardly mist....
a response slices the scene
     with the speed of a guillotine.

skittering over the asymmetrical
similarities of a snowy expanse
      a messenger appears

cracks of icy dunes 
produce precarious pawfalls
plaguing the vixen.
venturing further    precisely
she plods over precipices
of ragged protrusions
desperate to achieve the comfort
of a smooth surface.
      
"Where you go is perilous!
I worry for your safety!
It can't be done, you won't survive!"
       ...cried the timid.

Her movement stops on cue
slowly facing the pupil
she teaches in silent syllables
floating on unknown frequencies.

" DAMN YOU NAYSAYER!
I have no time for the likes of you.
Say I won't survive? Come out alive?
I've fought through worse pain
finding sustenance to gain
morsels leaving one inspired
not feeling as if they're mired.
Search within your pores
find where you have hidden yours."

Dumbfounded - the novice stirs restlessly

"Perplexed, I see, you are mon cherie.
Hear what you seek before I flee.

When life's coldness surrounding you
leaves you writhingly wretched
don't feel so desolate and utterly dejected.
Deep inside lies the truth
albeit quite protected.

Bugger those scorning your worth
their eyes glisten shades green.
Stagnantly feeding ego's girth
pompous words - own to preen.

YOU are the Alpha here Jack
there is no need to whine
Condemn the disapproving pack 
let your own light shine

Too much weight put into their drivel
making your inner child snivel
Buck up, put them in their place  
other's ire force them to chase.

This be your nefarious impasse
faux approval merely to fit in        
Always people of that class
saying anything to win

Lastly,
though I've said enough....

It's as you learned when a tyke  
those times you fell off your bike
quit being a ruse
get back to your muse
keep working at what you like!"

Sunset facing her gaze
signals the quest resumed
Her protege audibly sobs 
a simple seven syllable soliloquy stating:

          "Thank you
       I love and miss you!"

    with a whispered    (mom)

Tender tendrils of whispy wind
touch a cheek with a kiss 
and a lasting voiceless return.....
       "Forever, son"
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