She Was Wild
Spirited
Always Chasing
Running
Adventure Awaits, she said
She Ran
Onto the next, next next
Always Chasing
Running
As Fast As She Could
Back Home
I wrote this poem for me, about me. I, like so many of us, grew up feeling like I didn’t belong, wondering where I fit in with everyone else. Trying my best to like what other people liked and do what other people did. I didn’t know that standing out was an option. I didn’t know that it was safe to simply be.
But I knew, consciously or not, that I didn’t know myself. That she was not being fully expressed or authentic. I knew that she was waiting for me to find her. I wanted to find her. And I knew that I wouldn’t find her in the place I felt the most lost, the most disconnected.
So I left.
I went off into the world and did the things I wanted to do. Somewhere along the way I began to crave connection and healing. I dove head first into that. There came a time in that healing process where I knew I needed to spend some time in the place I’ve always felt the least healed, the most disconnected. So I did. In doing so, I came home to my Self.
