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A Spirit Hidden Within

Sitting alone in the woods with my thoughts Thinking of my angels and demons that I've fought Brings a chill up through my spine Reaching my neck I let out a merciless cry. Tears running from my eyes I rise to my feet and realize The gift I have must not be without purpose But I fear the use of my gift will bring consequence. Forgetting regret my adrenaline starts to rush In the distance I can hear rustling brush Footsteps drawing closer from the rear I close my eyes and grip my blade My grip gets tighter and the footsteps start to fade. I turn to see the creature coming for me But instead I see the wolf pack family I loosen my grip in respect for the wolves The spirit inside has grabbed hold. A stop on my thoughts and clarity of mind. This is the spirit I've been longing to find...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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