She's a Wild Child
You're a wild child, stubborn and untamed
Always changing, yet somehow the same
Afraid to trust, afraid to love
Afraid to open up
What's the point of trying If you end up crying
There's no doubt about it
When it's too late to pull the reins and quit
Without your armor
You are forced to barter
Assuming your currency's the same
And everyone is game
Then comes the dreadful moment of truth
When there's nothing else left to lose
It's all already been placed upon the table
Has it all been real or just some silly fable
You took the chance, let down the walls
And tried like hell not to fear the fall
Now here you sit, still a little stunned
Even though you knew this day would come
Get back up and try again
Or keep it all reined in
The choice is yours alone
But you may never be well-known
So when you mend the broken fences
No matter what the expense is
Don't forget to leave the gate unbarred
Don't close off your heart
And remember you're not really stubborn
You just know what you want
This world has a way of shaking your faith
I've been broken again and again
But I need all the cracks in my shattered heart
'Cause that's where the love gets in
~Dierks Bentley, "Woman, Amen"
Comments
AUTHORThank you, Nithya. I appreciate that.
A lovely poem beautifully expressed. I enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks, Brenda.
Shannon,
This is a page called poets with a voice which i created.
https://www.facebook.com/poetswithavoice/
I also have a group which you are welcome to join and post your poetry. Sparklecity poetry group
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Thanks, Brenda. Is this a group that you created?
This is superb writing.
I shared this one.
Here is the link.
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Thanks, Reformed Eve! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I love this so much. I can definitely relate to it..
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Thanks, Brenda. I appreciate that.
I love this poem. I think we all go down this road in life.
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Thanks so much, Venus.
Hi Shannon. Sensibility embodied in this beautiful poem.
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Thanks , Chitrangada! I think everyone has wild thoughts that are secret. I guess we all have a little romance in our souls, huh?
Wonderful expressions with deep thoughts!
Well honestly, I do have some wild, wild imaginations that nobody is aware of.
Thanks for sharing!
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You can always dream, Dream On. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am glad that my poem could make you feel something.
Your poem triggered a lot of emotion and feelings. I would be the one to sneak out in the middle of the night and let all the wild horses free. Thinking that's where they belong roaming the prairie. I know I would get in so much trouble. Then again I couldn't stop myself either. I am doomed know matter what I do. I am so lucky I never grew up then and I can dream about the early days of the old west and write about it without paying the price. Thank you for sharing your wonderful talent. Have a nice night.
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Who says it's an either or question, Larry? LOL
To be wild or tamed?
Love free my friend:-)
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Yes and no, manatita, to the introspective comment and I do agree with your second comment. Thanks for stopping by. Much appreciated. :)
Reads like introspective poetry. Good to see your efforts, my dear Shannon. Carry on!
We are wild horses, yes. We don't really know what we want, but we are seeking. That's healthy. Peace, my Friend.
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Thanks, Gypsy! Good to see you.
Wonderful poetry. Loved this.
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I'm glad that you identify with it, Rinita. So do I, actually, but those lines took a couple tries to get the rhyme and rhythm I wanted and still say what I meant. Thanks for stopping by to read!
"Without your armor
You are forced to barter
Assuming your currency's the same
And everyone is game"
Loved these lines, and identified with them. Extremely meaningful poetry!
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Very true, Eric. This poem started out as inspired by something and then went in a slightly different direction, I guess, pretty much from the start and then came back to my original thought at the end. But, hey, more to see that way, I suppose. LOL
Wonderful. I love to study and learn. So quite often I enjoy failing for I learn more from that than winning.
This is beautiful, thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you, Zulma. I appreciate that.
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I think I know which song you're thinking of, but it's literally about a wild child. It's called "Wild One". Thanks- now it's in my head. LOL.
I am actually now thinking of the song Brooks & Dunn a d Reba did... "Cowgirls Don't Cry".
So much truth in these few words. You do good poetry.
This reminded me of Faith Hill's song...can't remember the name of it...anyway, get back up, never quit, always move forward...cliches, for sure, but they are at the heart of being human. :)
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Hi Threekeys,
That song is a good one and the overall lyrics do not relate to my poem. However, that particular line of the song popped in my head and did seem to fit.
Funny you should mention childhood longings like that. When I was a child I used to wonder what it would be like to have "adult" conversations. As if that would somehow be better or easier.... Different. Maybe I would be better understood. Of course, I found that is not necessarily so. More vocabulary, expanding wisdom and intelligence, BUT still often misunderstood on a basic level whenever I communicate in depth with some people.
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Escape? That's an option, too, Today. LOL. Always a good idea to have an escape route.
"Life does have a way of shaking your faith".
There is a price to pay.
I used to believe that when one became an adult you could explore and be more of you. Well, yes, that can be so. If you have resources you can. Here you have more "free will" and " given leniency" by society. But if you need aid from society you forever have to bow your head, act only when given permission by those that have resources.
Loved imagining I was one of the horses here in your poem;)
A wonderful poem here, Shannon. It's always good to be a little wild but society always tries to reign us in. As your poem says, always leave the gate open, so can escape again if need be.
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Thank you, Dana.
Beautiful.
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