Keeping the Wolves Away

Starve the argument—  

refuse it the feast of your breath.  

Do not water weeds with attention,  

do not cradle the flame  

that only burns. Silence  

is not surrender, it is strength  

in the shape of stillness.  

Amputate drama—  

cut it clean at the root.  

It will howl, of course,  

like a wolf denied its prey,  

but you are not the wilderness  

it can devour. Be surgical,  

sharp, deliberate. Save yourself.  

Rot or grow—  

the choice nests in your palms.  

Do you press buried hurt  

into sunlight, or do you leave it  

to decay, to turn soil rich  

again under your feet?  

Even endings can bloom beginnings.