Iron Wolf

Through deep introspection I’ve learned to hold my nerve when the devil comes calling.

22/7/2019

I am the iron wolf

Iron lung, iron will

In the days of madness

I lived through every thrill

The cold doesn’t bother me

I choose the rain and snow

I watched the rise and fall

Of everything I know

Burnt away in the time of ashes

I set it ablaze with redhead matches

I stalk my prey and never tire

Pumping weights ‘til I perspire

I live to serve

The life of the pack

And hold my nerve

With the devil attacks

If the world only knew

The things I’ve been through

It would open like a flower

Give me she wolves and power

But I suffer in silence

Watch the back of my eyelids

And dream of the hunt

I love to think about spirit animals as a source of strength. I try to harness the energy of the wolf to bring to challenging aspects of life. Some people love lions, some love tigers and I am slightly childish trying to figure out what animal people remind me of.

This poem, especially the part about the time of ashes is a reference to the book ‘Iron John’, a powerful book that a friend recommended.

Through deep introspection I’ve learned to hold my nerve when the devil comes calling.