Wildness

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Wildness

A thunder clap rumbles,

Like the roar of a beast,

The reminder of wildness.

Wildness is endangered,

Especially a wildness of women.

Gripping to tame something inherently untamable.

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Sublime.

A feeling that melts away any unnecessary surface chatter.

A quiver that shakes you to your core.

An awakening to being something more than just a meat-suit you drag around,

Attempting to find meaning in all the wrong places.

No.

This is a roar of another kind.

This time the beast is within.

A wildness—not asking but demanding—to come out.

To be embodied.

To not put on a costume and play a part.

But to breathe, sniff, play, love, and dance like the Wild.

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A courage to feel it all.

Every edge of dimension in the human heart.

The part that feels like the rawest fresh wound.

One that must be licked, and tended to,

Through stories, laughter, tears, and fierce honesty.

There is a wildness to us all.

But some choose to live blindly.

Though they have two eyes that see,

Clearly.

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There is nothing more clear than wildness.

But fear tries to stove it off like a tiny stick fighting a wildfire.

Patterns,

Ego,

Gripping,

Blind wounds,

Create a blanket, a covering.

Yet the wildness finds the cracks.

Like a flower through cement,

Blossoming to share its very beauty.