Here's a poem I wrote in 1997, about 3 years after my dx of bipolar II. More information about the true nature of wolves is below the poem.

wolf cry

I am a wolf.
I am a wolf animal.
Long, lean and rangy.
You can't change me.

I am a wolf animal.
Scraggly, mean and mangy.
Don't try to change me.

I'm a wolf animal.
Dodgy and cagey.
Some things enrage me.
You can't cage me.

I am a wolf.
Gentle with her cubs
Playful when rubbed.
Member of tribe.
I can't take bribes.

I am a wolf.
I am an animal.
I scramble,
I jump,
nip my partner on the rump.
I die if tortured,
but a small bump
is only a bother.

I am a wolf
I am a wolf animal.
Some people try to cage me.
They enrage me.
If they look for my tracks
I attack.
If they leave me my home
I leave them alone.

Finale:
They call me "manic-depressive"
They call me "aggressive"
I'm not possessive -- let them call me
their names.
I'll use my name.
I am an animal. I am alive. I am.







[For more information about the nature of wolves, read] "Never Cry Wolf" by Farley Mowat
"Women Who Run With The Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes