The Howl Of Justice

Dear God,

This pain I bear, it cuts so deep,

A weight too heavy, I barely sleep.

My brother’s gone, his soul set free,

Yet I drown in streets that imprison me.

These streets of gold, so cold, so cruel,

Where justice fails, and man’s the fool.

He’s free now, Lord, I understand,

But why does my heart stay bound by man?

I seek escape, I seek release,

Yet in this life, there is no peace.

I carry the horrors of injustice and pain,

Will I ever find the words to explain?

I am a lone wolf, scarred and bruised,

But strength lies in these steps I choose.

For wolves don’t break, we bend and grow,

Through every storm, through every blow.

Our power comes not from the pack,

But from within, there’s nothing we lack.

Will justice come, will truth be known,

For all the pain my soul has grown?

What about mine, Lord? What about me?

Don’t they deserve to finally see?

The streets that took, the hearts that broke,

The silence in the words I choke.

Oh dear God, will they ever hear,

The truth I’ve held so close, so near?

But like the wolf, I stand alone,

Strength in my spirit, though dented, I’ve grown.

Through the woods, through the night,

My howl will carry, through dark and light.

“A lone wolf, scarred but unbroken. Strength lies in her soul, forged in silence, yet heard across the stars.” – Is Me

© SAMANTHA SYRNICH, 19 October 2024