wild one

so many people
live their whole lives
scared and stuck, deep in the muck
they cant move their legs and
their hearts are barely beating.
but you,
fire in your hair
and a smoldering in your chest
you make the stars jealous with the way you burn
you make the snakes take notice
of the way you keep shedding
birthing yourself again and again
you scream I WILL NOT DIE IN A TOMB OF YOUR MAKING
I will live my truth even if my legs are shaking.
I will do it for my daughters and I will do it for myself
I will not keep my heart in a glass jar on a shelf.
keep running wild one,
til you are free
keep burning brave one
for the galaxies to see.