Going wild

Going into the wild

and not returning 

until I’ve settled the aching

in my bones.

You’ll not see me

as I shapeshift 

my hair an extension of branches

moonlight

my skin primordial as the moss on jagged rocks.

Going into the wild

I screamed

then whispered

where the ominous 

is welcomed and the wind 

holds me tenderly

Going into the wild 

so I can bleed out 

of this blackened heart

tainted by outer world nonsense

and my breath will mingle with 

the vibration of the earth

and I will be whole again.

Reviews

[ajelly]

Simply stunned! Gorgeous piece...I felt it to my depths, the same aching resonates with my spirit too! The use of metaphor, “my skin as primordial as the moss on jagged rocks” par none. Yes, yes, yes! Take me there!