The Wolf at Joy's Door
A vivid dream remembered
A dark creature snarled gutturally like a nearing thunder's roar,
He pursued me down familiar lanes, past trees of yesteryear
Until I reached a neighbor’s home, my best friend’s house, a place of former joy.
It held not friend, nor furniture. It was a barren empty place.
I found but dust and memories and the ghosts of better times.
I found no haven, nor proper sanctuary as the wolf dared to enter in,
My core was shaking. My mind knew naught but terror and only my heart found courage.
Trapped, yet resolutely I turned to meet my fate.
It was no longer there.
About the Creator
Kathryn Labosh
I have an analogous mind and understand the world by what it reminds me of, like Miss Marple! I'm probably somewhere on the spectrum and have two sons with autism. I am a published author of several autism tip books.
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