I always say that in this form we are neither angels or devils, but something inbetween; something pitiful and beautiful that struggles between light and dark. I really enjoyed your poem ..especially the part where you are not alone in the darkness. To walk with wolf, bear, eagle and deer is an honor indeed
Sometimes the way out of the darkness, is through the darkness. Very beautiful. Would like to see more of your poems when you are ready to share.
The trees reach out as silent witnesses always willing to listen to your troubled heart. Nature offers her ears to anyone who speaks into the omnipotant silence. There are places that wait for you. You are loved....you are wanted....you are cared for. You are not alone.....you are not alone.....you have never been alone.