When My Brethren Call

I hear my brethren calling me, outside, down below.
I see them cavorting,
The stars and moon marking them with a guise of wisdom.
How I wish I could shed this unwelcome body.
Leave this frame to run in fur.
I am stuck though, only able to lower my head to my arms
And weep, praying I can find them in my sleep.

The wolf swamps me,
Forging new bonds within my mind.
My skin cracks,
Fur spreading new warmth over my bones.
My new form stands,
Proud and noble upon the ground.
My heart pounds as golden eyes pieces the darkness,
And I run.
Not a single bit of regret remains,
I leave my past behind.

No longer locked to an ungrateful body,
Allowed the freedom to run where I wish.
Part of the pack, part of the family,
I can no longer feel alone.
I feel strong.
I feel free.
I’m wild, and at peace
– If only in my dreams.