Immersed

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She was born in the wild,
Immersed in nature from first breath.

Barefoot.

No mirrors

Just freedom.

True.

You see,

She was the wild.

People tried to change her.

They tried to shorten her breaths,

Her wonder.

She bounded too high

Her steps held no path in mind.

Over downed trees she would leap without a

Second thought.

Scratches from sticker bush and branches

Made her laugh.

Brambles in her hair.

And her heart raced at the sight of the bear

And the squirrel;

All the same in the wild.

All one living and breathing being,

Alive,

For together they felt the dirt

On their bare skin. Raw.

The berries and the fiddle fern

Filled her appetite.

Cold mountain waters quenched her thirst.

The wild was her foundation, her breath,

Her heart, her skin.

Her stillness.

She is the wild.

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