I embrace the aloneness of the She Wolf and understand and feel her pain.

A wayward breeze rustles the leaves of the weeping willow, making it sigh,
I hear the sad call of the whippoorwill and it's sound makes me cry.
The darkness of the night, swallows me whole,
I carry secrets in my heart that can't be told.
I seem to wallow in sadness, I wear it like a shroud,
I whimper inwardly, but never out loud.
Sometimes my pain runs so deep, that it can't be expressed,
I must bear it alone, it is my test.
My arms stay firmly at my side, never to reach out,
Silence is golden, but inwardly I shout.
A lone train whistle echoes through my head, as it chugs by,
Sometimes the solitude of me, makes me want to die.
I am a nomad that wonders from place to place,
I am invisible, no one sees my face.
I wonder how it would feel to be the puzzle piece that fit,
To be accepted and be part of a closeknit.
There are some born to be alone,
No matter if they are amid a crowd, or among a family at home.
Alone is a state of mind,
Some will always seek, but never find.
As I, The She Wolf, lick my wounds,
I gaze at the night sky and howl at the moon!

Music: So Lonesome The I Could Cry