The Wild

I was wild once,

When the world was mine.

But, along the way...

Fear began to grow and I became who I've become.

For a while different potions tamed The Wild well...

Yet masking appearance does not heal the deepest wounds.

But, once the haze was lifted...and the spirit was freed to soar,

Enlightenment filled the darkness, and the wild was free once more.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Again you write wonderfully and with poetic potions. Excellent...:)................

[Curing]

Grateful I could share, thanks.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).........................

[Poems]

wild well...I would put wildness or something else because for a second I thought you were referring to an actual well with water. Overall though a good poem with an inspiring ending.

[Curing]

Thanks for taking the time to read and reach out.

[micky]

I love this piece. You did a great job it has a lovely flow .Well done !

[Curing]

Thank you so much for that wonderful comment.