Wild One

A note: I’ve been processing a lot lately, I was able to turn 31 the other day with a feeling of optimism and strength after having worked through some darkness. I want to sort it out and write more about it soon, in the meantime this poem will serve as somewhat of an abridged addressing of it.

Wild one

My hungry heart eats a hole through my chest

It cracks through bones that hold me upright

The muscles I’ve built to protect fail

It breaks through my skin, defiant and bold but lifeless and mindless with nothing to hold it

My heart will be hurt it’s the best that it knows

The valves gasp like a fish freed of its bowl

It looks pathetic, wet and small

Poor thing only ever wanted to be loved

I’m sorry little wild one

I’m trying to make this place a home

I know the walls are tight

poking and prodding as you expand

‘I’ll build it better, just please, stay with me’

I plead and cradle it in my hands