The Wolf Within
Author’s Note: This piece is based on the urban legend of Indian folklore entitled “Two Wolves.”
The war inside me rages;
It is a wrestling match
That’s too old and never ages.
On one side,
The dark wolf stands,
Snarling, howling, snapping.
On the other,
The light wolf lies,
Pensive, planning, peaceful.
I can feel the dark one feed,
Anger, rage, envy coursing in my veins
Gives his howls and snarls and snaps
A potent, tenacious power that threatens me.
The light one starts to rise,
Licking and playing, fighting the power,
Calming and soothing with wisdom
Older than the ages.
The dark one feints a faint,
Drawing the light one close.
A paw swipe with ferocious howl,
And the wrestling begins once more.
The war goes on and on,
It never seems to end.
Light rising, dark falling; dark rising, light falling.
The curse of the Fall
Feeds the fray
With no end in sight.
Darkness falls and fades again;
The light of day shines on the ongoing brawl.
Day after day, night after night, no end in sight.
