In her eyes lives no fear.
She's lived a thousand years
In the wilderness.
Her spirit refuses to be restrained.
Try to trap her,
And she will slip
Through your fingers,
Elusive as the wind.
Her skin is dark from the desert sun,
Scars etched like white trails,
A map of her journey
Through the desert.
But she thrives.
She tamed the wild horse
And the wolf trots by her side.
She drinks from the cactus
And doesn't feel the thorns.
She's seen the face of war
It has made her stronger
Wilder
Jessica,
ReplyDeleteHow your poetry sings one home from the high and wild seas...you are a prophetess, a bard, a singer of songs and I so delight in your soul's unique and glorious manifestation, as glimpsed through your poetry. Keep writing; for all of us who are out there living it! You inspire us to even deeper heights...
Thank you so much!!! I am so glad you find my writing inspiring and delightful. :)
DeleteI'm jealous of Anonymous' comment, he/she praised you far more beautifully that I could hope to. :/
ReplyDeleteThat said, I really loved reading it and I make the request that you revisit this poem sometime. It is really lovely but far too short. This poem really deserves to be much longer and the woman in it deserves more words from her bard.
Well... just know your praise of my writing means a lot to me! :) I'm glad you loved it! You know, I think I *will* go back sometime and write more about her. Thank you for the suggestion! :D
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