What they don’t tell you about the boy and the wolf
Is that it wasn’t a wolf who bit the boy.
For in the same village lived a girl who the boy loved to tease.
Three times when he pushed her to the ground she ran to town
And they exclaimed that boys will be boys and let the matter be.
One last time he pushed her down and she ran to the wolf and threw herself at its feet.
“I want to howl and bite, be strong and fearless like you” she cried.
To which the wolf replied, “a wolf is a spirit, girl, not a set of teeth.”
A week later she walked out of the woods with wildness in her gate
And freedom in her eyes. Three more times the boys played his games
And each time the girl bared her grin and dared him one hit further.
One last time he came for her, only to the shock of town, the girl fought back.
What else would you learn, little Ella,
Each night asleep beneath the stairs?
Than to rise unencumbered
and with no regard for those who
upon you tread.
‘Isn’t there always some kind of condition to contentment?’ – R. Brand
Why else would I feel guilty
when I want to say “I’m good”?
Because what I really mean is I’m content
and no one would understand why.
At twenty-eight I’ve put away childish things.
I still believe that people get what they earn
and reap what they sow.
I still believe in fairy-tales, dragons,
and monsters in the dark.
I still believe in white knights and glass slippers.
I still believe in true love
and good conquering all.
I still believe
but in the past ten years I’ve learned
that believing something doesn’t make it real.
The desire or expectation that life is to be lead with immediacy and moments are to be responded to instantly with little time for reflection, meditation, or the process of simply “being”.