My soul lies under my heart,
It is protected by my beat, the swell of life
It is the size of an oak leaf,
but curls in of itself, like a spiralling fossil.
Love is made there, in the glittering starry depths.
And is pushed out, into my eyes and onto my wrists.
It shakes and judders with the force of my love,
trembles at my wrath and rage.
My soul flinches from spite, freezes at deceit,
And is enflamed by Beauty,
in all her varying forms.
There is a wolf at my window,
She has your eyes and she smells of sorrow.
There is my heart’s blood dripping from her maw,
And her silver claws hold my small soul’s light
Save me from this wolf, before I let her in.
You do not want me in your clan,
Though you like me well enough alone,
Instead you tell me, “you’re amazing”
But be amazing somewhere else.
There is a howling in my heart,
To belong somewhere, somewhere like you.
But there is a wall around my heart,
A thorny thicket in place of skin,
It separates me from the outside world,
And so my heart howls,
With no one to hear.
There is laughter around me, camaraderie I cannot share.
You laugh with them, in the sun,
But go out into the light? I do not dare.