There is always hope

For many of my younger years, I used to wish I was born and raised by a pack of wolves. At least I would of be accepted, loved and cherished til the end. I know my pack would've not get together and ganged up on me. I would of learned to love, cherish and survive. I would of not had to bury myself deep inside searching for the end. But sadly I was born to humans, where I was beaten, tossed to the side, walked on and forgotten. Left unloved and raging, left to fend for myself and survive young. Not knowing how to love or say the words I love you without internal pain. Walking through my years looking for another feeling besides hate, hurt and rage. Thinking I would feel alone forever with rage flowing through me like a river. Then I met a human that loved me like a wolf and taught me about love and how to survive. Changing the way I thought, taking my sadness away. The end. Rudi Jensen