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Wild-Hearted Song – A Poem on Grief, Suffering, and Strength World, you have tried to beat me down. But my heart is a drum, and every time you pound it…

There is an ache inside for far off places, An ache to understand unusual faces. An ache for beauty, adventure, growing, An ache for wisdom, love, and knowing. An ache…

They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it meant I was uncontrollable.
They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it scared them,
And they didn’t understand why–

it is the hardest thing to watch someone you love in destruction mode denying their inner anguish pasting band-aids on bleeding gashes that spread and spread their darkness until they’re…

Dry I am shriveling. Drip, drip, drip. There used to be a river of water coursing through my veins. Where did it go? I am not even thirsty. I walk…