The wild fox with her fiery red fur, haughty and proud.
She never let anyone or anything near her caged heart.
She shielded it fiercely with her all might.
She rejected all those that came near her.
That was in the past….
Now the fox stood haggard and ashamed, no longer wild.
She let her enemy into her life unknowingly.
The enemy appeared, stepped into her life.
The enemy tamed, played with her heart and left it broken
into pieces.
Out of her life, back to where he came from.
Never had the fox anticipated that.
She couldn’t breathe; her life had been taken away.
She couldn’t understand; her mind had been blown.
She couldn’t accept; Gods above were playing a joke on her.
She was once untamed, she was once free.
She smiled at the sunshine and danced in the rains.
She painted her own rainbows and found her pots of gold.
Now she is trapped in the depth of sorrow.
She weeps in the shadows and howl at the moon.
She draws the cloaks of darkness closer and uses them as
warmth.
The fox, tamed and unwanted.
The fox lost in despair, could not find her sunshine and rain.
The fox blinded by sorrow, could no longer paint rainbows.
The fox tamed, could not find her place in this world
anymore….
