They are the only ones who try to bring me down.  I am the only one who doesn’t defend myself.  Five furious wolves with dark fur and piercing brown eyes like mine.  Five who don’t love but are loved.  Five snarly animals hunted by their thoughts.  I can hear them everywhere I go,  but everyone else just ignores them and continues.
Their power is known.  They puncture your skin with their sharp teeth.  They raise up
And up and make the world tremble under their powerful feet and snarl at the sky with all the violence they can muster.  This is how they live.
Let one forget the reason for the hurt, they’d all fall like raindrops from the sky, each
with tears in their eyes.  Live, live, live they say as I forgive.  They love.
When I am hurt and too sad to live, when I am but a small voice in a crowd, then I look
for my wolves.  When there is nothing left but our thoughts.  Five who love despite their hatred.  Five who help and do not forget to help.  Five who only live to live.