Finding Myself

Again I see it, the misty shape in the trees,
and I call to it, begging for help, begging for my sanity.
I follow the misty shape, as it winds through the trees,
I try and catch up, never feeling in danger.

The shape falls away to reveal something small,
and I bend down to see what it is.
A wolf pup awaits me, the shape familiar
as I hold it, I see old eyes, full of wisdom

The pup yawns and I drop it,
and before my eyes it becomes the misty shape.
It bounds off and leaves me,
alone and lost in the trees and mist.

I sink down onto the hard uncompromising ground,
and sob, lost, alone and scared.
To be forgotten for all eternity.
Gradually my strength returns, and I carry on.

Hobbling and uncertain, I look for water,
and with a splash fall into an icey lake.
I stare down into the water and see,
see truly for the first time.

The wolf pup with old eyes,
the misty shape,
are all one and the same thing.
We are one.