Wild.

She was born wild,

among flowers,

Late nights,

And sunsets,

Running with the mustangs

Against the crashing waves,

Dancing in the moonlight

To the sound of nothing

But the magic in her head,

But she was taught to be tame,

The world insisted she be still,

So she learned to

blend into the roses,

go to bed early,

And run only when bridled.

But something inside of her fought,

Against every bout of silence,

Every still moment

That didn’t seem worth something,

And every bit of music,

That didn’t have someone

To dance to it.

-t.r.p.

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