The Wolf

The violence did not leave me.
Is a wolf without teeth good - or just harmless?

I've proven I can destroy - tearing down to the
ground is easy.
The question - could I stop?

I still have my blade - but now also a sheath.
And still I stand when chaos screams.
now with a discipline - forged not found.

A wolf guards the pack - it doesn't only devour
every act is a decision - every act it carries weight

A wolf still a monster - just in control of when it kills.


Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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