Sometimes you are the moon
Your spirits soar
and you shine so brightly
you drown the world
in your light.
Sometimes you feel beautiful
like nothing can hurt you.
You are suddenly in control
of the nightly push and pull
within you.
For once you are above
the sorrow and pain.
Sometimes you are the wolf
You feel vicious,
Cursed, and angry.
You are fighting
with every ounce
of your being
for power, for survival.
You hurt someone,
someone you loved,
maybe they stepped out of line,
or maybe they made a mistake,
You lost control,
gave in to your instincts.
Sometimes you are so low,
you lash out,
throw back your head
and howl in agony.
When you are the moon
when you are sailing above the clouds
you can almost forget
the pain of being the wolf,
the pain of being so low.
When you are the wolf,
when you are lower
than you have ever been,
You think only of being
someone,
anyone,
other than yourself.