I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.

I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.

I am from where we aren’t afraid to tell hard truths and say I love you often.

Kringle on the counter, dirty feet, and climbing trees.

I am from women who fear so much they try to be feared instead of loved.

I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.

I quit apologizing for the pain stained on my heart, and it began to wash away.

No longer the sacrificial lamb because I am worth this love too.

I stopped counting my misfortune to make room for the celebration of my blessings.

I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.

I felt so small and unseen before I gave myself permission to be immeasurable.

Horror knocked these bones together on my darkest days.

In the absence of Hope, I panicked for eyes that could truly see me.

I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.

My words give me wings when my feet forget how to move.

They echo across generations deceased, breathing, and not yet birthed.

From the ashes I rise.

For beating hearts, I may never meet.

For the beating hearts that came from my womb and the wombs of those before me.

For this heart to be free.

I Know Why The Wolves Run Wild.