.living is like licking honey off a thorn.

-this is something i´ve written a few weeks ago. it´s been an introspective year so far, not the best one, i must say.
i seriously want it to end already. if you feel like me i hope it helps you reading it, i just needed to get it off my chest.-

.hungry wolf, don´t break my spirit, don´t eat me alive.
i´m still figuring out who i really am. so many questions, almost no replies.
how does the heart survive when fear and doubt constantly haunt it?
anxious wolf, you stare at the moon and make wishes on my behalf.
these days, i can´t tell if those are my prayers written in the sky.
friendly wolf, swallow the bad times and leave me good ones instead.
inhabit my heart but stop feeding off my soul like men feed off love.
save my cracked heart and lick my wounds and anxieties,
make the moon light up my path, make my feet dance on the ground.
i´m still a hope shaped creature but i´m tired. I feel i´m cursed for being a dreamer.
I want to cut out my heart for wanting so many things sometimes,
simple ones, little ones that might mean nothing to others but would make a difference to me.
you know, something like, a simple job that i like and a guy that truly cares.
it´s true, living is like licking honey off a thorn. i just need the strength to do so right now.
i do want to walk though life until it becomes a beautiful poem, even if it takes time.
i know i have the whole forest inside me, i need to repeat myself, i´ll fight to be strong and wild,
one day at a time cause there has to be a road out there waiting for me and my dreams.
a road ready to have the rest of my story written on it.
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“I believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons. We grow forests in our bones so our memories can’t find us. I believe we hide and haunt ourselves.” - Pavana