If You Are Wild

Poetry

D. Abboh
Where Wild Things Grow

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Photo by Dejan Zakic on Unsplash

If you are wild,
you flourish in the gap between wilderness and society.
Kindred spirits dance to the da DUM — of your heartbeats.
Renegades respond to your energy — like it’s a battle cry for peace —
whispering about revolution while uncivil wars rage and crumble cities.
With eyes wide awake or closed tight,
they know, they know
there is no time to waste,
you know, you know
social conditions need to change,
we know, we know
tomorrow is a day too late.
We’re surrounded by wolves, they wear no disguise.
Threatened by disease, disturbing our lives.
The world going crazy, has your soul on ice.
Hold on to yourself through extraordinary times.
Don’t give yourself away before redemption finds you again.
Everybody wants to save the world,
everybody wants you to assimilate;
but you’re a blueprint, so — you’re ‘not that girl’.
Keep going until you’re beyond this place.
Your breathing is a language riding rhythm and tone,
telling stories remembered by your blood and bones.
I think the same thoughts —
I feel the same things,
I live and die once
I’ve had the same dreams.
Sunsets — signal a new beginning,
When darkness is falling — you breathe twilight in.
Starlight spills in through the shadows on your skin.
And it feels like forever since you’ve felt their loving.
If you are wild,
some will never understand;
but the Universe knows who you are.
Through this chaos we call living —
us rising…

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D. Abboh
Where Wild Things Grow

Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com