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my wolves.

my wolves.

i run with wolves, warriors with softly resilient hearts i hold hands with heroes, my hesitant fingers bound in theirs because they give me the strength to rise above the fire to run among the pines to break glass ceilings  they teach me how to be patient they show me...

my heart will outlast your hurricane.

i was gone long before you noticed, drifting beyond your lonely lighthouse shine i refused to be another casualty of your raging storms, your lightning strikes creating seaglass memories, proof that there is still strength in these bones – ashley...
i am under her spell.

i am under her spell.

i watched her waking from hibernation, neither ghost nor girl but hovering somewhere in between, a born wildflower drifting so i taught her to dance in rays of sunlight, to run beneath the rain and now, she is anointed with energy, illuminated from within she goes up...
we’ll all revel in the blaze

we’ll all revel in the blaze

i watched her rise from the ashes you left her in dressed in golden stars, adornments plucked from the heavens she wears them like war paint, a firewalker fueled by the power of a thousand suns, a heat aching to ignite — i call her phoenix and one day, she’ll burn...
she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...