The wound in you

The deep wound in you lay

So hidden

It became a wild forest that grew

All around where the exiled wolves roamed

Desperate for the freedom of the open plains

Why did they shame

All that was best in you

Why did they stop you dancing

Celebrating

Knowing the you were naturally full of

Abundant energy and power?

There was a demon who came to rule

With an iron fist

And it had a murderous rage

That held you tightly within

Its death dealing

Anxiety grip

You had to make sure

You did not betray the straight jacket

But hidden down so deep inside of that monster

Was only an innocent child

Exiled to the darkness of an even

Darker forest

But now be the wild

You are the wild

Dance in the starlight and feel the shower of

Moon beams

Because your spirit is made of magic

And truly

You were not born

For a tragic life