Wild
like the innocents that is pleasing to the soul
don't have to shade your eyes from the brightness,
running the cliffs of the mountain tops
laughing as a near slip almost brings
physical disaster,
my too big trail shoes bought on line at the Amazon store
near flop bounce off my feet
giggling as a near stumble comes to collect me,
I continue with my arms reaching upward to
guide my balance,
Wild ????
perhaps I guess
maybe but I never
thought of myself that way,
Some say I dance amongst the stars
perhaps that is true too,
I land with a hard thud as my feet feel
every rock inside my cheap shoes,
I laugh, this " fucking life" going to
kill me dead one day.
I wake
thirsty no not soul dry
empty,
grabbing the bottle of water I drink
like a lost pirate lost at sea for days
never stopping as some of the water
pours over me
I pull at the bottle until
feeling fulfilled
my robe wet
I pull at the slipknot
it won't loosen,
grabbing the butcher shears from the wood block
cutting the fabric of the sash,
die bastard cloth
it drops to the floor
pulling off the wet robe,
to bury myself under the soft blankets,
cut the ties that bind Bonnielynn
if it serves no functional purpose
a true barrier against your will
cut it free,
I am comfortable cutting out what
annoys me,
after all
I learned this
every day for the past few years
don't love anything
cherish it
think it will be an forever
thing,
cut it away,
Wild???
indeed,
I remember when I used to wake
crying and out his name,
I don't do that anymore
I cut I sheared that away too.
I am miles away
safe from
all of that
pain,
Wild??
no I am free
like the innocents that is pleasing to the soul
don't have to shade your eyes from the brightness,
running the cliffs of the mountain tops
laughing as a near slip almost brings
physical disaster,
my too big trail shoes bought on line at the Amazon store
near flop bounce off my feet
giggling as a near stumble comes to collect me,
I continue with my arms reaching upward to
guide my balance,
Wild ????
perhaps I guess
maybe but I never
thought of myself that way,
Some say I dance amongst the stars
perhaps that is true too,
I land with a hard thud as my feet feel
every rock inside my cheap shoes,
I laugh, this " fucking life" going to
kill me dead one day.
I wake
thirsty no not soul dry
empty,
grabbing the bottle of water I drink
like a lost pirate lost at sea for days
never stopping as some of the water
pours over me
I pull at the bottle until
feeling fulfilled
my robe wet
I pull at the slipknot
it won't loosen,
grabbing the butcher shears from the wood block
cutting the fabric of the sash,
die bastard cloth
it drops to the floor
pulling off the wet robe,
to bury myself under the soft blankets,
cut the ties that bind Bonnielynn
if it serves no functional purpose
a true barrier against your will
cut it free,
I am comfortable cutting out what
annoys me,
after all
I learned this
every day for the past few years
don't love anything
cherish it
think it will be an forever
thing,
cut it away,
Wild???
indeed,
I remember when I used to wake
crying and out his name,
I don't do that anymore
I cut I sheared that away too.
I am miles away
safe from
all of that
pain,
Wild??
no I am free