Alone in the woods, Red Riding Hood walks the path.
In the distance, two eyes gleam in the darkness, the wolf is near.
It’s OK to travel here, all the while aware of the wolf, and all its tricks.
Like a ghost or shadow, I know you are there, and I accept you for what you are.
Goodnight sweet Riding Hood, goodnight sweet wolf.
Image: Little Red Riding Hood by Cathy Delanssay.
A poem about addiction by me.