Not every step is an adventure

Not every step is an adventure, sometimes you crawl and drag yourself through the forest like a wounded wolf, With a heart shattered by choices and the silent pain of starless nights, Not every word you speak is graceful and wise, sometimes you surprise yourself How thoughtless and harsh you can sound, like an echo of the shadows in your depths. Not every act of generosity is done from the kindness of your heart, Sometimes you find yourself killing love, just to survive through the night, A dark and cold night, where only shadows dance on unfamiliar walls, And you, alone, the wounded wolf, fight for a shred of light, for a lost dream. Not every thought is kind and peaceful, sometimes your thoughts are heartless narratives, Nightmares that seem the only possible alternative, in this world of silences and shadows, Where hopes break like waves against rocks, where desires are lost in the abyss, And you, lost in your own soul, search for a way, a path towards light. And yet, in this journey of silence and pain, there is a melancholic beauty, A poetry hidden in every step, in every word, in every thought, Like leaves falling in autumn, in a dance of gold and rust, Like a wounded wolf howling at the moon, seeking solace in its pale and shining light. Not every day is an adventure, but in every day there is a story, A story of struggle, of survival, of hope and longing, And you, wandering soul, will find your way, will find the light, In this world of silences and shadows, you will dance again, like a wolf under the full moon.