obsessed with this poem a 3rd grader wrote from joseph fasano's prompts
Poem to Myself
no one knows the Wolf / that thrives in me. No one/ knows my heart is a burning / fire I carry through the street / toward the moon. No one knows / the Wolf I softly came. But I / do. I do. I will wake today / and run my life. I will walk / today and declare my freedom. / i will walk until I find the / perfect thing. Wolf thrives, thrives, / thrives.















