My first poem

The Lone Wolf was the first poem I ever wrote. At the time, I was feeling the quiet weight of loneliness—not just being alone, but feeling separate, even when surrounded by others. It’s a strange ache, the sense of watching life from a distance, hoping someone might look back and truly see you.

The poem also speaks to that deeply human desire to belong—to be part of something, to be accepted. The image of the wolf, often seen as independent and strong, is also a creature that thrives in a pack. This wolf isn’t howling for power. He’s howling for connection.

At its heart, this piece is about hope. That maybe we’re not as alone as we feel. That if we keep showing up, someone might hear our call and answer back.

Poetry often holds more than one meaning. What it says can shift depending on who’s reading it and what they’re feeling in the moment. I know what this poem means to me—but I’d love to hear what it says to you.