They gather like wolves in the dusk,
gnashing their teeth in the gloom,
But I’ve learned to silence their cries,
To shut them outside my room.

In my dreams, they still gnaw the bones,
Of the life I thought I had fled,
But daylight whispers a choice,
I no longer follow their thread.

I walk through the bramble of days,
Where shadows clamor for reign,
But my...