“At the edge of a forest A girl steps in,
her spirit eager to be free., and her soul within
She treads barefoot on mossy ground,
She’s leaving behind all the world’s unyielding loud sounds
The city lights fading into memory,
She can finally lean against a tree and just be
She will learn to follow the ancient’s path
A wildling transformation is in her grasp
Her hair, once tamed, now blowing wildly the breeze
Her wildling call whispering through the trees
She is shedding her skin
A new life to begin
She’s trading all the crazy in her life
For the peace of the moonlight and secret forest finds
Her blood flows through her veins to the rhythm of the flowing streams
She has reclaimed her wildness, no more an elusive dream
She learns all of earth’s magical lore
As she wanders and explores
Tonight she will dance with the wolves under the full moon
Her song an emotional tune
Her rewilded heart will soon beat fierce, untamed
A girl will be fully transformed into a wildling, unnamed…”
The owl, sentinel of night, hoots its approval, Guiding her deeper into the forest’s cathedral. She drinks from dew-kissed petals, tastes earth’s lore, Becoming one with ferns, with every leaf she explores.
No mirrors reflect her face; instead, the moon mirrors her soul, And the stars, like fireflies, map her journey’s goal. She learns the language of foxes, the whispers of pines, Her heart beats in sync with the ancient rhymes.
The wildling girl gathers stories from the wind, Weaves them into her hair, where constellations begin. Her eyes hold the secrets of forgotten springs, And her laughter echoes through valleys, where magic sings.
For she is no longer bound by walls or expectations, But dances with wolves, finds solace in constellations. Her rewilded heart beats fierce, untamed, A girl transformed—a wildling, unnamed.
Poem by me
Art by Amanda Clark
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