The Wild

I'm in 
the wild
It feels
oddly freeing
I've never
tried it on
quite like
this before
I'm feeling
each piece
as it rests against
my flesh
Some things
sting
and make me 
bleed
and I allow 
myself to feel
each drip
like its purpose
will be known
any second
Some things
make me dance
and shine
and for those
I hold no question
I allow myself
to bask
in the glow
like there's no
other reason
to breathe
except to feel
this warmth
and light
as I make
my body move
to rhythms
only I can invent
The wild
It does make me
smile
Even through
the stings
For it's
the sting that
reminds me
I'm alive




- November 2018 / May 2019