Poem: The Wolf That Will Not Be Chained
Sometimes I miss home, but home is no longer a place of comfort. It is the wild place inside me, forged in fire and frozen by loss, where I have learned to survive without compromise. I have walked beyond the safety of stone cities and broken cages built to contain me. Your words are wind, but mine carry the weight of every truth buried beneath fear. I do not seek surrender. I seek the strength to face what was meant to destroy me. The storm is my pack, the mountains are my refuge, and the battle within me has given me a voice. I am the wolf at the door, the freedom that refuses to die, and the reminder that even in darkness, I will not be chained.
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