When life puts a starving dog in your path
You have a choice
To kick its teeth in, out of revultion
Or to feed it
Deep inside each of us are a Black dog and a White dog
The White dog is love and comes from our memory of innocence
The Black dog is fierce and comes from abandonment, abuse and neglect
To heal spiritualy you must pick up the Black dog
And even though he snarls, foams at the mouth and bites at you
You must love him
For he is your Black Dog
I was a starving dog once
==Marty Wilde 2017
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