Pity The Wolves

Take No Pity, No Prisoners

I wrote this short poem many years ago, decades ago really, when I still had my original heart. That defective heart did her best for as long as she could. She worked so hard with what she had, doing more with less. In ways, she was so much stronger than her healthy counterparts.

Today, the sentiment still holds true. We stand strong, much stronger than we feel, and we never surrender.

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Pity the Wolves

By Dawn Levitt

The world is full of wolves, waiting
to devour my tragic heart.
Let them come, then, and eat their fill,
for it is full of poison.