Reflections

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.