When the Wolves Circle
Refusal.
Howling wild wolves circle.
Ragged barks and yips - jaws snapping,
Fractured echoes from long ago,
Ricochet off mountainsides,
Luring unwary folk toward realms of relapse.
Pay attention to the path!
Even under the full moon,
Roots can rise up,
Trip those preferring slumber to creation.
Those who would lie down and nest,
By the roadside,
Letting the river of life flow past.
Sleepers roll from road to river,
Restless and nightmareish,
Floating stagnant in still cold waters,
Let the howls,
And the roots,
And shadows of the past be.
Refracted history,
Cannot harm you,
If you refuse to listen.
Refuse to answer the call of comfort.
Deny addiction its grip on your throat.
Create tomorrow now,
Waving away all hungry ghosts.
Point your Heartlight toward tomorrow,
Holding firm to your sovereign self.
Wolves cease circling,
When fed clear decisions.
Michelle Wolff
copyright 3/4/23