SOMETHING WILD

 

something wild has been touched in me

and it feels like fear - but not

and I feel lost yet I am not 

 

the ground beneath me feels wobbly

yet it may just be me who is shaking

he says I dream and quake

and struggle and whimper in my sleep

 

something wild has been touched in me

and it did not lash out

and I did not reject it

but have stayed right here

riding this wave out

feeling the crashes on rocks and foamy surf

 

something wild has been touched in me and I am not the same

 

I remember the girl of yesterday

and she is somehow strange

but so is todays girl

bumping around and making noise and stubbing toes

finding bruises from head to toe

on both the out side and the in

 

something wild has been touched in me

and she is awake now 

she won't be hiding so much anymore 

 

my eyes give her away

and she is letting go of her hiding

and she is shedding that old skin

of armor and depression and scales and shame

 

look!  she is wildness and darkness and dangerous and full of light

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© patty forsberg