I wrote this for a dear friend when she called in need of inspiration.
She believed her father’s wolfish lies—
So outrageous
I didn’t think to counter them.
Truth—I was a rabbit, afraid.
The wolf bit me anyway,
And blazed me with his burning breath.
Except—
His lies kicked up the soil,
Uncovered a new truth—
I’m stronger than I knew.
Even a rabbit with scorched skin,
Can feel her mother-way to words
That if spoken
Turn embers into flames,
Burn lies.
The right words
Can open closed hearts—
Mine did.
A rabbit no more, I show the demon wolf
The door.
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