Walking with wolves

You are whichever wolf you feed.
Because sadness was a glutton,
her love and her kindness,
her gratitude and her hope,
they’re all starving, all withered.
She has paid enough tribute to sadness.
So she holds up her hands to the wolf
that would be joy, if she let it, and
offered what’s left of her heart.
As sadness silently salivates,
she walks with head held high,
determined to break ground.
for she is walking with wolves.

*Her hands
For #bymewombchallenge hosted by @bymewomb

*Break ground
For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I

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