I will only be wild with a love that makes me feel safe.
My heart will slip right through selfish hands,
like fine sand running free without the possibility
of ever being contained,
escaping with ease restrictive palms
that try to distort the shape of me
in order to fit their needs
without respecting the edges and grooves
I have had to form
so I could survive
the storms of
2 thoughts on “my wild is conditional”
Great poem ❤ And an awesome title.
Thank you so much for sharing that, and for reading! ❤
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