Coyote In the Night

I will call like the coyote in the night, so they hear me now. My words are going to echo through their cave somehow. I vow that my truth will be the last words spoken. In this life I have spent mending what is broken. I will stand by my calling and everything I believe. Strong as the tallest mountain, for who they deceive. I will be a better person each and every day. To know their hatefulness did not lead me astray. They move on like a train, discount me as a human being. Their hurtful actions are conditioned in all that I am seeing. The days of being their scapegoat no longer exist. But, I stay ready for another day that may bring a new twist With events they tend to bring about on their own. I will still bloom from the precious seeds I have sown In this garden of mine they have never seen or known. Whatever it is they choose to do will not break me again. A promise in this day for them from the writing of this pen. Heidi Sands