This is a poem i wrote about myself in my first year of college for some project. They wanted us to do a self portrait of a different kind. For all of you who've wondered why the hell i associate myself with wolves, here's your answer :P (Yes yes, i'm coming out in the open about it)
A pale reflection looks back at me,
From the crystal clear water at my feet.
The story unfolds at this very place,
I suddenly move back, my legs in retreat.
I turn away and look around,
My home, the jungle, in all its glory.
I strain to hear, but there is now no sound,
So I shall pause and tell you my story.
Not long ago, a cub was born,
So sleek in frame, Mystique was her name.
The one who gave birth did not live very long,
Leaving her alone in a world so untamed.
She grew up a fighter, she won so many,
Yet inside she missed what mattered most.
She watched many packs and fished out many schools,
But she didn’t feel alive, she felt like a ghost.
Her feelings, she learned in the hard way,
Would not help her live in her home today.
So she put them away, and moved on;
Her whole life was ahead, to herself she would say.
Years later she looked into the pond,
Her eyes had a glow she had never seen before.
She looked at the moon and sang her song,
She had grown into a legend, of many a folklore.
Her eyes could see where no one can.
Her nose could trace out the slightest smell.
Her ears could hear from far, a land.
And her legs could run afar so well.
Her mind works fast, she must survive,
Her heart in unison, she will live.
Her eyes shone courage and a commitment to try,
And her heart so strong, to none she will give.
This is my life, and now you know,
And I shall go on, and my story shall grow.
I am a warrior, I must win each fight,
I am the wolf that howls every full moon night.