This is probably the first piece of poetry I ever wrote....waaaay back in middle school, to be exact. I only know that because this poem was featured in the school newspaper.

I once toyed with the idea of writing a manuscript...a book of my own poetry. Unfortunately, it never went beyond a rough draft. I've included the description for this poem straight out of my manuscript.

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"Funny, this poem (one of the first I remember writing) didn’t mean much to me when I first wrote it. Ironically, almost 5 years later, I look at this poem and see how much value it truly has to me. Simply put, this poem has described my journey-in-progress quite well.

It is the beginning that strikes me hardest. I say this because it reminds me of how far the basis of my family has come in recent years. What with alcohol and drugs in the house, fights practically every night, no one ever being happy ... It was bad.

“Running through the shadows of the night, hidden by the full moons twilight, he runs” refers to my futile attempts to escape, or run away from, all of my problems back then.
The part about the pack being “executed” also makes reference to the lack of a family unit between my parents and I at the time.

“His vision blurs ... silenced his voice” tells of how the backlash from one’s memories prohibited me from using my talent (or voice) with poetry and words.
Obviously over the years, I’ve obtained friends and fans of my work. I now see them as being ‘the forest that seems dead’ without my cry (or poetry). I say that because when I’m not around, or if something is bothering me to the point where I’m not myself, everyone around me (friends, fans and family alike) seems....not lost, but, at a loss. That may make me sound like I think better of myself than others, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Stops to filter his mind and re-grip reality” refers to when I get caught up in something to the point where I must stop, take a second to look around, and remember what my nature is. To freely offer help to others without expecting anything in return. But, one must be careful, “Two poachers stand with guns held high” is a metaphor for those few people out there who seek to abuse you, use you, take what they need, and then leave.

The ending part about “The wolf lay down his tortured body, thus preparing to die...” means that, as of recently, Life has thrown me down to the point where I considered just giving up on everything. To just rot away and let Life pass me by. “He waits, then the wolf closes his eyes and cracked a smile, for soon he will again be one with his pack” suggests that since my parents and I actually function as a real family now, I can rest easy knowing that we all have each other...no matter what.

“...Then there was nothing...nothing but the lone wolfs tear...that forever stains the ground we walk on...Day in, and day out.” (To me) proves how peoples’ inconsideration for the feelings, emotions, mentality, and morality of others... The utter lack of willingness to do anything to help either themselves, or those around them, is a problem not to be taken lightly.

From then to now, distant yesterday to fore-coming tomorrow, this single poem will hold a special spot in my heart for all of it’s meaning...some of which I’m just now starting to un-cover. And some of which, I’m still yet to discover.

This is Life through the eyes of a wolf."