Ever think you would be so bold
As to howl at the moon?
Step outside into winter’s chill,
See the full moon glide through
wisps of cloud,
Suck in night air,
and out of nowhere
suddenly,
let loose a loud ass howl.
It happens.
I’ve done it more than once —
I think it helped
for a minute.
A shudder shoots up your spine,
Every nerve fires.
Fists shake. Arms stiffen.
Emotions quake, as a roar rushes out:
Rage stoked by misfortune,
and stark anger at heavy losses,
hurt unlocked from grey matter cells —
A conspiracy brewed behind
a curtain of good intentions,
opens slowly to scary changes,
overpowers trained guards,
forgets excuses.
The howl freed thoughts
long unthought,
released emotions hidden
deep in cages,
and painful moments
long suppressed.
A werewolf unleashed
Under yellow moonlight
to prowl the night.
Hungry and wary,
he paws hard earth,
unable to speak,
full of grief,
he stares at the mocking smile
of the man in the moon,
bares sharp teeth in bleak defiance,
Lets out a blood curdling howl
at his animal fate,
His howl a cry for relief
Standing outside
hell’s torn open gate.
THH
12/21/25
Thoughts Have Hands 