She Soul Voice
She got busy with building walls to shelter her
from the wild.
It’s ok though,
she’s still wild.
She floats.
She dances atop waves
and laughs in the trees.
She still desires vast freedom.
For now, she simply wants the woods to know her name,
in nature and in fame.
She’s still wild as she works herself up. Out.
Not yet old, not now so young.
The clouds come and part as they will
Always.
But now she loves both
Now that she loves more of the wild world.
The wolf is home and homeward bound.
She is here but not yet found.
She is conscious and stepping strong into living.
She is wild
and you should soon hear her howl.
