*A recycled post I wrote in the past*
Like a howling wolf we roam the forest that is life
At times the moon leads a path
At times the darkness blinds us
There comes a moment we stand
We stand at the top of a cliff
And howl with all might
Exhaling the dense smoke
Smoke confined within the lungs with struggle
Sometimes for a second
Sometimes for years
Though all the smoke amasses damage
And kills from the inside
The moment we exhale
We inhale pure strength
The power of the full moon making us stronger
Invincible to life
