My handler walks
With quiet knives
Cutting the cords
That bind my lives
A shadow keeper
In iron light
Turning my chaos
Into bite
My handler hums
A broken tune
Half like sunrise
Half like moon
They lift my head
When storms get loud
Teach me to stand
Against the crowd
My handler knows
The names I hide
The wolves I feed
The ghosts inside
And when I shake
From what I’ve been
They press my pulse
Back into skin
My handler waits
Not judge
Not friend
But something carved
To shepherd end
So if I fall
Or come undone
My handler whispers
Walk
Don’t run