When A Wild Heart Calls You Home

Finding & following your truth

Shannon Crossman
Nov 5 · 2 min read
Photo by Pedro Sandrini from Pexels

Small God of my chest.
You keep time better than any clock.
Mark the moments of a being in soft thrum through veins and organs.
Yet, you are more than a mere giver of life.
You are the thing whispering love in my ears.
Guiding me in the direction of whom or what to love and when and for how long.
Thinnest tongue of truth cleverly hanging in your shielded…

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Shannon Crossman

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Writer, voracious reader, and eternally curious human who’s often wonderstruck by life.

Wild Heart Writers

We are wild at heart. We are restless. We are fueled by desire and sustained by art. Our hearts crave beauty and are easily filled with it. We ache for freedom. Our hearts swell in their cages. We have the courage to stitch together the darkness and the light.

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