The Wild Child
A wild, playful child alone in her world
A digger of the earth joined in its holy sepulcher,
In solitude she finds her truth
Becomes her most vulnerable self
Belongs not to the world, but of it
Not to anyone but herself alone.
She will not sacrifice who she is.
She is everyone, everything, and no one.
She is surefooted now on her personal quest.
Believing in her most precious self.
For she lives her truth-
Willful, dogged, persistent in her accountability
Integrity flows abundantly, courageously
Loving kindness kindled and generously shared
Delivers on her word and deed knowing limitations
This wild child was born a thousand times and lives now, again, and will forever.
©Donna Donabella 2018
As I was contemplating recent readings, the term Wild Child came up and this poem poured forth. It is autobiographical, and it is a song to all of us who are working on our inner selves. I offer it to all who are called or feel like a ‘wild child’ as I move into my 61st year.
And yes those pictures are of me when I was about 8 or 9 years old. Both pictures hold very fond memories, as I loved to swim, and go fishing. That was the first big fish I caught, a lake perch.
I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.
I leave you with a few additional words about The Wild Child. I welcome you to download the photo and share it.
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