poem

Wild in the heart
Invisible girl
Bare feet in red mud
Take care of yourself and do your part

Wide open fields
Sitting in the middle drawing trees
Thick forest walks avoiding the moonshiners
Silently using the brush for shields

Rain on a tin roof, hot lightning across the sky
Lightning bugs smashed on a finger like a glowing diamond ring
Ratty braid, wearing homemade clothes
forgetting her shoes again
So many places to hide

Days all a blur
Not afraid of dying
Fire and brimstone sort of love
No one coming to save her

Stubborn child defiantly standing after each round
against those four times her size
The damp smell of the fruit cellar he came flying out of, in rage
Imagining the oversized tractor tires flattening her into the ground

It would be easier on everyone
No money for lunch and no room for her
A can of corn and a sugar sandwich
No one would notice the invisible gone

Uncommitted to Gods
Still wild at heart
Just needing to be loved
Enduring against all odds

Published by wayward yoga girl

A complex creation that chooses to be quite simple - LOL. I earnestly try to approach life with unconditional love and non-judgement... but I'm only human and perfectly imperfect :)

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