Infinite packs of wolves surrounded my borders and hummed wild and vicious tunes, waiting for my resistance to collapse.
Am I that relevant for those midnight creatures?
What do they want from me?
I barely owned the light within my heart, and I rarely shone.
My skin missed the glow of life in birth, and my growth turned into a real struggle and unending battles.
That girl owned the universe's love for ages, but everything ceased when she surrendered.
Every morning I try to locate her mark inside those vast valleys and these uncertain misty forests.
Maybe I'm rummaging the wrong places; my girl doesn't want to be found.

poem by Michel ah
artwork by eckhardt eolle