wolfie .. what will become?

Wolfie Is...


Carved into the wood
With the utmost care and
Polished pride
Of that knife,
Which you placed into her eager hands.


It is burned into her skin -
Her heart.
And yet
She does not feel the love
She had once sensed
Exploding with warmth.
The regards, reverence, adoration
Has slowly been chipped away
As the history of your sins,
Diluted and twisted by the story teller,
Rise from its grave.


A glint sparkled in those grey-blue eyes -
Those very ones taken by your father -
And she knew what you saw
Was like witnessing a piece of your soul
That would forever be remembered
Fondly by at least one being.


What you did not know
Was the word
Had been made long ago
Before the harsh world revealed its
Horrid face,
To the innocent ignorance she previously had.


From its honor of protection
To the intelligence and achievements
Belonging to a high school drop-out,
Now in the fingers of
A girl,
Trapped in a web of lies -
Some she has weaved with her own tongue,
Others surrounded her at infancy
During the moment she left the womb.


She stands in the shower,
Scrubbing mercilessly,
As if she believes
Scalding water and nails
Will wash away what she is,
What she was,
And who she will be:


Wolfie.