Wolves of Midwinter

When life deals

the hand of needles

I grasp them in full

grip and bleed the

negativity through

the bandages of

indifference

I look at the world’s

problems with a stone

cold face and

an open heart

I mush my wolves

towards a destination

which I feel only I can see

Over the bumps and through

the hurricane

I am determined and

I will see this journey

through