The Wolf

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Don’t be fooled by her sparkling blue eyes

Her soft, sweet manner, her woeful cries

She’s just as liable to scratch your eyes out

Bash your soul with a heavy handed clout

She’ll leave you with your heart torn to shreds

Nary an apology and no healing threads

She’ll eat you alive with her razor sharp words

In the black cauldron from whence they were stirred

Her tongue is sharp like a well honed knife

Stabbing you in your back as you walk your life

Her strong opinions are created out of pride

Ignorant, untruthful, full of gossip and lies

She refuses to face the reality of her destruction

Afterall this was your doing, your own construction
She sweeps the debris she created under the mat
Forgotten, unseen until the next time she snaps

She is intolerant when it comes to the drink

I understand this, but there’s much more to think
Sympathy, empathy, there’s a story to be told

Alcohol addiction is a terrible disease to hold

You may think this is an elderly affliction

Caused by age and brain deterioration

But I must insist this is certainly not the case

As a young woman she’s been running this race

You may think that these are all her flaws

The forked tongue, the outstretched claws

But really to me they are a bouquet of flowers

These are the shadows - the ones with the power

I make peace with the dark, embrace these shams

She is who she is - the opposite of The Lamb

She may be hurtful and she may be shrill

But my love is unconditional and love her I will

Copyright © Sherry Irvine - April 11, 2011