Poetry Sunday: The Wild Child

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

 

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 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.

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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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38 Replies to “Poetry Sunday: The Wild Child”

  1. Oh there is such joy in this poem. I love reading your poems lately, all of the self-discovery going on. It is nice that this wild child grew into an adult who still embraces wildness, in fact THRIVES on it! May your 60’s be wonderful years.

  2. oh, how time flies.
    but i think it is good, sometimes, to retain the curiosity and playfulness, and perhaps the willfulness of a child’s mind as we ease into old age? 🙂

  3. Amazing if we can find that wild child inside… but we spend lifetimes to tame the wildness….

  4. Happy Birthday, Donna! 😀 As always your poem lifts my spirit and leaves me in absolute awe. I guess we all have that wild child within us.. whom I believe we should listen to from time to time. xoxo

  5. A loveabe child.

    For some reason I cannot reply on my blog? But I want to thank you for coming by. And for your comment.

  6. I love that you are so engaged in your own personal journey. I am too and I find the questions as important as answers.
    Your words are so sweet, true and open. May we all discover the beautiful wild child within.

  7. There were a lot more wild children around when I was a kid, circumstances over the years have made them more centred with computers and restrictions. However it is good to know they still exist. This certainly took me back to my childhood so many years ago roaming free in wartime Britain.

  8. Good to hear from you, Donna. Thank you for visiting my blog. I have taken a look at some of your previous posts, too. I love those Lupin(e)s! And I guess there is perhaps a bit of wildness lurking in us all… –

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