Take time to be still.
Celebrate that wild drum song
that beats within your heart.
You were never ordinary, child.
You would always fall into that
full flower moon.
She would speak to us,
and you couldn’t help but listen.
Pulling you in like the tide,
handing you your own heart
so perhaps then you would
lean into all those lessons
you have been longing to learn,
like dancing in a garden of roses.
All that perfume,
all that beauty,
all those roots and thorns
to remind us we are fragile,
yet strong.
I want to be like you,
wild girl.
I want to fill up my mind
with the stars.
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