BY JEN MILLER POETIC JUSTICE

There Is A Wildness Inside — It Is Allowed To Be Unapologetic, Wild & Free

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BY JEN MILLER

There is a wildness inside
like the rustle of wings,
the smell of loamy earth,
the scurrying of beetles
and the coyote’s howl.

There is a wildness inside
like the swirling, gray clouds,
the white-capped waves,
the raucous thunder
and the horse’s mane.

I am the cave’s velvety blackness;
I will swallow you whole
and spit you out clean.

It terrifies you,
lips trembling,
heart clamoring
and you want it all the same.

You want to feel something,
to get inside me,
touch this rawness,
this wildness.

Let it engulf you,
strip you,
birth you,
love you,
rock you,
suckle you

until you are whole,
until you remember

that all things holy
in this mystifying world
are unapologetically wild and free.

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.

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