Wild One

WILD ONE

By Claire Dakin

Word Count: 211

Rating: G (suitable for all audiences)

Summary: A Celtic poem about connecting with one’s authentic self.

wild one
Image Credit: Center Blog

Wild One,
I see you
Quivering beneath that old skin
Draped in shoulds and oughts,
Wearing that false smile,
The one that says
‘Yes of course I will.’
Before you set yourself aside
And conform to that safe, known, shape
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I hear you
Growling in the night,
When your passion wakes you,
Ready to rip and shed old skins
As the truth burning fires of awareness
Blaze their intensity into your mind
Laying bare your compromises
Stripping the lies you tell yourself
Refusing to stay that safe known shape
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I feel you,
As the dawn breaks
And the false floor and tight smile
Give way to grit, grief and remembering,
That deep, fluid, undulating pulse,
That nectar heart, that moist knowing,
That sweet longing and clarity so bright
They blind you to that safe known shape
And memory,
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I need you
Ready to shed your fear and thrive,
Ready to feel incandescently alive
Uncensored majesty of womankind
Embodying the grace of the sensually sublime
Receiver of nature’s subtle melodies
Vivid, ageless, honest and free
I stand for you, and you stand for me
The redefined expression
Of appropriate ‘She’

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