Thursday, March 27, 2014

Wild Child


She ran around, wild as the wind.
So often no shoes or a care in the world.
Experiencing life.
Let it teach you what you want to know.
Fall down, get up, run some more.
The seasons didn't stop her,
The consequence was but a brief interruption.
But time was the corrupter,
And youth slipped away.
The wild turned to troubles,
And things dramatically changed.
She found herself astounded & a bit amazed!
The whole world doesn't live like this?
Frolicking & free?
The table is for gathering?
The clothes have different meanings?
And hugs can mean something more?
What's responsibility?
She threw off her shoes & ran off,
Believeing she was free.
But everntually consequences stick,
More like a trip you take down the stairs.
And then, what was wonderlust,
Turned into a lifetime gig.
It isn't so easy, taming ones soul.
In the midst, somewhere down the line, 
A life of those negatives,
Had somehow taken there toll.
She found her brass ring,
And quickly she took hold.
Because somewhere in that playfullnes,
And searching she was told.
You need a solid foundation,
A place you can call home.
Time went on, and her children grown,
With challenges, heartache & sometimes despair.
But she had lived many a life,
Wandering the streets here & there.
She understood, more than anyone could ever know.
That living life, brought her love,
And consequences began to fold.
She isn't old & wrinkley yet, 
Though the battle has begun.
She's finding what her skin feels like,
And how that life has gone.
She looks at it more pragmatically,
Until that past pops in.
And she is then confronted with,
What she did back then.
But what she found surprised her.
What she felt & thought didn't matter,
As it never left a footprint. Not a scratch, nor a dent.
She was welcomed with joy & aprreciation,
And laughter of time spent.
It's was tables turned ironically,
To right, a wrong she felt.
It was a moment of reckoning,
It was a healing moment for her heart.
Though this moment, 
Was defined as temporary,
She had a little remorse.
What she thought of herself as terrible,
Was just part of life's course.
It gave her clarity,
And less deepend remorse.
The times we think we understand,
So often opens up & gently closes a door.
It is lifes little way,
Of changing our direction, our course.
This door will never go away,
It's purpoe is quite clear.
When faced with trauma, hurt & despair.
It's there to remind of you,
Of how far you' have come.
And that with today's intent,
Can continue to spread your love.
Because purity in the heart,
And in the base of your foundation,
Makes all wrong doings right again,
And all the pain melt.
She is still a wonderlust child,
Shining her light on the world.
She is still gregareous & so much fun,
Just respectful of rules in the world.
And that doens't constrain her,
From how her nature is.
It actually defines her,
To share the light she lives.

For Shayne


2 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Lizzi. Full of passion, poignant and evoking many emotions. You should pursue becoming a published writer! I'll help you whichever way I can. Off to reading more of your posts!

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  2. I am deeply touched by your words & with open heart accept your offer! With freindship comes great things & wonderful memories....Thank you <3

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