I listen to the collective voices
that surround and engulf me in reality.
This light of day is rather harsh
but have no sunglasses to protect
something as delicate as my eyes.
Descriptive words run through my brain,
drowning in a cloudy haze.
Too long have I felt the teeth
scrape my bare skin
and have received no reprieve.
Is that truly what I want?
Do I really wish to be free?
I can almost taste my freedom,
taking me by the hand
and leading me into somewhere I've never been.
Blindly, I follow.
Yet, I look over my shoulder.
A part of me clings to everything I know
but there is still some part of my heart
that belongs to the wolf with the red roses.
