The Myth Of The Lone Wolf

By Aivery Schellenberg

I used to think of myself as a wolf.

So, I let myself walk alone.

Bred to fight this world on my own,

I thought that strength with an individual power.

I sought recognition

But I had a need to devour. 

I prided of myself on my limit of trust, 

because somehow it made me tough. 

But the more I think about it, 

A lone wolf,

 Is not what nature intended. 

A wolf has a pack,

Bred for love and protection.

An overwhelming sense of dominance over others, 

A sense of complete tranquility.

They do not seek acceptance,

But rather fallen into roles.

Where they push themselves to be a pillar for their home.

Their chosen group is a possession they were born to fight for.

They stand in the face of death 

and calmly walk past the golden gates.

In one life wolf has gained clarity and built this new outlook.

I would still think of myself like a wolf 

Because alone I was never what I was 

With my pack.

By Aivery Schellenberg