Song of the Starved Soul

This life is killing off

the instinctual wolf, forcing her

 

to please others. She howls

at the moon, the guide

 

to a long night of longing for her

instincts to stay sharp. 

 

The primitive is being

Lost. The woman is now

 

a thing just stuffed

in some old forgotten note. 

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1 Comment

  1. Difficult to maintain identity when social pressure says …’you must conform’.


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