Raised by wolves, I say
Unable to fit in
Declaring from the mountain top
I never lose, I win.

Proclaiming…I don’t need you
I’d rather be alone
I’m cold, I’m curt, I’m ruthless
My heart is made of stone.

Raised by wolves, I say
No gratitude or shame
No remorse or guilt felt here
There’s someone else to blame.

Spare me your advice on life
I’ll figure it out myself
I never look to anyone
I don’t require your help.

Raised by wolves, I say
A stark, cold reality
A world without compassion
A blatant tragedy.


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Beyond my expectations
Well beyond my grasp
A lingering hesitation
Feelings that won’t last.

A distance… miles between us
So very far away
No remorse, no guilt or shame
It’s always been this way.

You have all the answers
Questions seldom asked
Above all of the rest of us
Who you consider last.

No one dares to get too close
You just might sting or bite
Above the fray and oh so frail
You stay just out of sight.

Raised by wolves, so ignorant
Devoid of couth and manners
Detached, shut down , so withdrawn
You’re all that really matters.

No empathy for others
A lack of true emotion
No use in making small talk
No need for this commotion.

My feelings trite , now cast aside
No use for truth or affection
A tattered, damaged, dark, cold soul
In love with your own reflection.


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Needing to purge
Refresh and anew
Becoming, evolving
What can I do?

Way too much clutter
Obscuring my view
Afraid you will see me
What will I do?

Stark naked and cold
Bearing it all
What if I stumble?
What if I fall?

So much to consider
So much to ignore
Too many possessions
Don’t need anymore.

Boxes, containers
Stacked high in a row
Temperature change
Through rain or through snow.

Clinging and grasping
Maintaining my grip
Clothes out of date
That no longer fit.

Just can’t let them go
I have wants, I have needs
I can’t go without
My bracelets, my beads.

I wait in my car
By the front entrance gate
One more storage item
A small wooden crate.

Locked up and secure
I hold the key
A room full of boxes
Belonging to me.


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The gnawing memories
Plaque me at night
They pull and they nag
They sting and they bite.

They continue to haunt me
They won’t let me go
I try to escape them
They’re shallow, they’re low.

They appeal to my fears
Attach to my soul
I’ve run out of time
Now, I’m growing old.

The clock has run out
My days in the sun
Have faded, have withered
I’ve been outdone.

No chance to recoup
What I have lost
I knew the risks
I knew the cost.


Savor your time
Count all your blessings
Be happy, be glad
Stop second guessing.

You did what you could
You fought every battle
No reason to feel
Frazzled or rattled.

Your time has come
Didn’t quit, when you could of
You found your way out
You did what you should have.

Sit back and unwind
Relax, take it slow
For once in your life
You can finally say, “no”.

No sounding alarms
No deadlines to meet
No reason to worry
Calm down, take a seat.

Enjoy the day
Walk down to the sea
Stop stressing and fretting
Just let it all be.

No expectations
No worries or cares
Nothing to prove
You made it, you’re there.


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Cool summer breezes
The wind through your hair
The smell of the ocean
No regret, no despair.

The memories have faded
The guilt and the pain
The remorse and
All the feelings of shame.

Scattered and wind blown
Like each grain of sand
Unable to hold
Slipping right through your hands.

The weight on your shoulders
Harsh words, heavy blows
The deep cut of sorrow
Are gone, let them go.

Look beyond the horizon
Cast your eyes toward the sea
The chains have been broken
At last, you are free.

No reason to wonder
Forget the cold stares
No reason to worry
Don’t look back, don’t you dare.


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Starting to cough
Starting to sneeze
My nose is running
I’ve developed a wheeze.

Kleenex and cough drops
Decongestants and tea
Could be a virus
Or an allergy.

The pollen, the dust
Don’t open the door
The wind carries in
Those dangerous spores.

We breathe in and breathe out
A substantial amount
Into our nose
And out through our mouth.

Vitamin C
The first line of defense
Fluids and rest
Will make perfect sense.

Some honey and juice
A warm bowl of soup
Whatever this is
It’s thrown me for a loop.


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