The Lone Wolf
The Pack Waits.
An endless search, a voice unbroken.
🐺
I walk through the quiet streets,
A sea of faces swarms.
Each one turns to me,
Each one mocking—
The difference they do not want.
🐺
I follow the laughter from restaurants,
Doors that lead to warm rooms,
The comfort of bonds
That I find unfamiliar.
I follow its sound
The way a lone wolf hunts for
Its pack.
🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺🐺➡️🐺
For a second,
I think I hear it call for me—
A voice distant but warm,
Faintly calling, nearly mine
But when I turn,
It wavers,
An echo not meant to be.
🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺🐺👀🐺
And then I hear—
The lost footsteps of others
Looking too—
Their eyes frantic,
Their smiles plastered
Each hunting for wolf packs
Where they didn’t belong.
🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺
I look at my empty hands,
Yet heavy,
Belonging not caught,
Still sought.
It grows in me
Never taking root--
I still howl.
🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺🐺🌌🐺
Just shared a poem about searching for where we belong...what does belonging mean to you? Do share in the comments!
Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
Ohhh this one howled right through me.The way you tied it back to others searching too? 👏 Gave it that universal punch. Belonging, for me, is less about “finding a pack” and more about finding even one wolf who gets my howl.
Great poem with a very apt metaphor. To me, belonging is about feeling as though you can speak up, be yourself, and turn to someone in your time of need without being a burden. You might stick out, but that’s a good thing because people like the way that you stick out from the crowd. They embrace who you are, exactly the way you are, and only ask that you change if it’s obvious that the behavior is self-destructive. That’s what I think it means to belong.
Great poem, Michelle! To me belonging is exactly that - knowing where your pack of people is and drawing on their support while also providing support to them.
This poem spoke to me. I often feel like this. Thank you Michelle