{"sf1_id":1439828,"sf2_id":null,"title":"POEM: A Journey","author":"Jade Sinapu","words":699,"posted_at":"2019-04-19T16:00:00.000Z","tags":["Innocence","Poem","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1439828-poem-a-journey","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1439828","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1439828\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Sitting in the daffodils and tulips,  \nNever feeling useless.  \nSo alive,   \nAt the wonderful age of five.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nFull of life, magic everywhere.  \nEveryone you meet, with so much to share.  \nDreams of wolf life, so vivid and surreal.  \nAsk me; I tell you they were real.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nHunting, prowling, eating, sleeping.  \nPerfection! No need for weeping!  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI was a pup, free and happy.  \nNot a care in the world.  \nNow everything's crappy.  \nLike something demonic, unfurled.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI remember times of yore,  \nWithout so much gore.  \nAnimaniacs, NES, late nights, and the rest.  \nIt wasn't ever a total bore-fest!  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nRiding my bike, through forest and field.  \nComing home by lights end.  \nNothing dangerous, no need for a shield.  \nLiving free and happy, no money to spend.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI attach my pretty fox tail.  \nElectricity flowing through me.  \nScreaming like a banshee.  \nRunning in the yard, before the days of email.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nTalking to big dogs with my eyes.  \nMy feelings, no need to disguise.  \nSeeing subtle movements, hearing quiet sounds.  \nOur communication, knowing no bounds.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nFriends everywhere, animals galore!  \nYou couldn't ask for much more!  \nFamily and friends, young, without problems!  \nNow it seems, only, inner goblins.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nWhere did time go, all the seasons past?  \nOn the winds they did blow, much too fast.  \nThe world took from me what was mine.  \n...the things that made me shine.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nRipped from me, something special.  \nInside, it twists me like a pretzel.  \nThings were perfect, innocent, true.  \nBut now my mind is filled, with putrid grey goo.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI resist all that I know to be evil and wrong,  \nNow I know I must remain headstrong.  \nWolf spirit I turn to you now.  \nCan you save thou?   \n\u0026nbsp;  \nScratching from deep inside.  \nAn animal caged.  \nBursting with rage.  \nFrightened, alone, terrified...  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI am lost now... forgot who I am.  \nAm I a human, or a wolf?  \nOr a wolf within a human?  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nMy eyes open, pupils adjust.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nFrom the darkness, a golden light!  \nDim at first, then burning bright.  \nIs it friend or foe?  \nI do not know!  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nEscape!   \n\u0026nbsp;  \nBacked into a corner.  \nSenses on fire.  \nI must not tire.  \nTo me, they are a foreigner.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nA figure appears, blurry.  \nGet ready! Hurry!  \nA familiar smell.  \nOf what I cannot tell.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nPaws wrap around my skin,  \nI feel them against my old fur.  \nMy head begins to spin,  \nMemories begin to stir.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nI thought you dead!\u0026nbsp; Is it you, friend?  \nHere to rescue me, here to defend?  \nHow I got caged, I don't recall.  \nPerhaps it started, when I began to fall.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nDown, down I tumbled, a few years ago.  \nNo one to cling to, no sis, no bro.  \nHunted I was, trapped I became.  \nNow I am, not the same.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nBut you, holding me now, I know I am saved.  \nLet's start again, together this path we can pave.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nLove me and show me how to love. Let me hold your furry glove.  \nNuzzle my face. Can we decrease this space,  \nBetween us?  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nYour form is so appealing. It sends my head reeling!  \nYou heart is so kind, your wisdom so true.  \nI haven't met anyone, before like you!  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nTeach me the kindness only you know.  \nSo that the openness of my mind shall grow.  \nYou speak to my inner animal.  \nAnd you are something graspable.  \nSomeone to speak to, about different things.  \nWithout the words, designed to sting.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nYou bridge the gap between things conflicting.  \nWith essentially nothing that is restricting.  \nI desire to be something more.  \nThe idea is yet just a spore.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nInto a Wolf, I need to transform.  \nWith a burst of light, and a big windstorm.  \nPursue it I must, yet people think me crazy.  \nJust how I will do it, it's all still hazy.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nPotions, incantations, medical procedures.  \nAnything to make people believers,  \nThat I transformed.  \n\u0026nbsp;  \nYour kind has less hate.  \nHumans could learn something great.  \nIf they would only listen.  \nIn my mind, the idea starts to glisten.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Let me follow you, let me see.  \nLike you, I must be!  \n  \n\n"}