The wild

I was wild once,

When the world was mine.

But, along with 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.

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6 Comments

  1. John Snow says:

    Love your post! Great article.

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    1. RENEE says:

      thanks πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
      stay amazing πŸ˜€
      be in touch ❀ ❀

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      1. John Snow says:

        You’re most welcome…cheers!

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  2. Tom Schultz says:

    Nicely done.

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    1. RENEE says:

      Thank you ^_^

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