{"sf1_id":367681,"sf2_id":"B1Q4WDEn","title":"Wanderer.","author":"Jake Shadow Wolf","words":313,"posted_at":"2012-04-20T00:14:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Love","Mystery","Poem","Poetry","Romance","Wanderer","Wolf","journey"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/367681-wanderer","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1Q4WDEn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/36/73/3673c56c-69f1-4da9-8d02-a82346d9f5a9","description":"Yet another poem, this time describing myself.","content":"Wanderer.  \nI am a Wanderer,   \nYet many call me the ponderer   \nI move from place to place   \nNever able to remain in one space\n\nI am the traveler   \nMy enemies consider me an unraveler   \nOf the plans they lay   \nAnd the savior of people they plan to slay   \nIs this a reason I can never stay?\n\nWanderer.   \nI search for a place to call home   \nYet I used to feel that forever would I roam   \nMoving from here to there   \nNever able to rest anywhere\n\nI am the Hunter.   \nChasing my prey   \nEach and every day\n\nWanderer.   \nI hear a soft voice calling,   \nYet lately I realized I've been falling   \nThe deeper I go, ad farther I fall   \nThe harder it is to hear that voice call\n\nI must awaken   \nI feel if I do not, the foundations of my world will be shaken   \nI know that the one who calls me,   \nMay not see how she  \nMakes my heart beat   \nAnd Makes me want to stand my ground and never retreat\n\nWanderer.   \nI think I've finally found the place I want to call home   \nCan I finally allow my restless spirit to stop its endless roam?   \nHer arms make me feel free   \nWhy can't anyone else see What this beautiful young woman, does to me\n\nI am Home.   \nNo more does my spirit roam   \nShe has awakened a feeling   \nThat has sent my mind reeling\n\nWanderer.   \nI am with the one who makes my heart sore   \nHer touch makes my pulse roar   \nI have finally found my home   \nI have finally lost the urge to roam\n\nI am her loved one   \nShe makes me feel warmer than the son   \nI am the wanderer no more   \nThanks to my dear heart, who gives me wings to soar.  \nShe stops me from wanting to wander   \nBecause now I have a new mystery to ponder.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}