Leave Them

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People always try to make you choose.

Trying to figure you out.

Do you like cats or dogs,

Lakes or the ocean?

Mountains or deserts?

Sunrise or sunset,

Rain or sunshine?

Spring, summer, fall or winter?

You can like it all you know.

You do not have to choose.

Leave them confused.

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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.

False

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Her secret is this,
(Though she has been set free)

Sometimes she longs for the

False safety of her prison

Yet wakes up at night in

A sweat

From a nightmare

That she has returned.

Sleep does not welcome her

Back

After that.

Plagued. 

Motionless for fear of

Being caught,

She will not blink.

Covers soaked and wrapped around her as if 

Some magical 

Shield from monsters and beasts.

In the darkness she hides.

She prayers

For peace within

A prison of a

Different sort.