Soft Place to Land.

I used to believe that to succeed in life,
I had to find "The One".
A hand to hold, a strong man beside me.
Someone to help share the load.
I made mistakes, trusted in error,
And loved the wrong people in vain.
Left in the darkness, feeling a failure,
Fighting to hide my Lights from my pain.
Fought so hard to find my Wolf soul,
The guardian spirit inside.
Mournful howling sings within me,
Lifting a heart that died.
Rising daily like a Phoenix from ashes,
Trying desperately to find my path.
The road that takes me ever onward,
Away from the scars of my past.
I sing a new song, follow the music,
And pray to be the Mother they deserve.
With or without a hand for holding.
Standing fast, to show the meaning,
A path of love from which I can never swerve.
Teach them strength, and how to show compassion,
An unclouded view of Love.
I'll try my best to be their example,
The standard for them to rise above.
Still yet, in my conviction,
A grain of hope still stands.
That somewhere, waiting, Someone I can trust to catch me.
I'll find my rock to lean on, and a soft place to land.