But then I was reminded that nothing lasts forever
And as the years go on I can barely feel the tether
Of that parental bond
I’m praying for a sign from beyond
That you’re still there
Your souls are around me somewhere
What I would give for one more day
To say mom and dad, “hey”
I do still need you now
I’m feeling lost somehow
I need you to remind me again of just who I am
All I’ve been through
And I’ll get through this too
I’m reaching out to your spirits
I hope you both feel it
Guide me down this next trail
Because I think I’m going off the rails
I’ve always been an old soul, and wild
But today I feel just like that child
Who didn’t understand
That god had a plan
That I’m where I’m supposed to be
Even if I can’t see
I always believed fate guided our way
But fuck I don’t feel that today
I think she took a nap
And left me in this trap
So please open this latch
And bring me on back
To that tough carefree girl
With no worries in the world
Sing my soul song
And make me feel strong
I just need a sign that says I’m
where I belong
Because I don’t know if I’ll hold out for long
I’m taking a deep deep breath
And praying I take the right step
Lady fate please wake up and tell me
Is this, is this really where I’m supposed to be???
Normally I share my poems on all my platforms, but this one felt more like I needed to purge it out there, but yet not for everyone.
So I thought I’d share it here. I’m sitting on the beach right now, it’s a gray chilly day but I’m here working through some silly emotions. They’re passing now. Thank god, because I’m usually the one that tries to save someone else from this kind of day, not ever actually having it myself. So it was a weird feeling let me tell you.
I luckily have my journal with me to write down all these crazy thoughts, and all these words that kept flying out of me. I also have a very warm blanket and a little trusted chihuahua to hang with me.
This poem was from some of those crazy thoughts coming at me. I’m dedicating it to my parents that I lost a few years back. I hope you enjoy it. I hope they do too.
And I truly hope their loss from an illness I couldn’t save them from in time, will somehow save another…
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.
“In the heart of the ancient forest A wise owl perches Its eyes of amber holds the wisdom of ages And its hoots through the mist are only ever heard by the bravest He’s guiding lost souls with his call A haunting melody coming from the trees so tall A beacon of light it shines to lure all lost wanderers that follow the ethereal glow Most know no other way to go Hearing footsteps on his mossy trail The owl’s wings unfurl like a sail A canvas of midnight and feathers, As it soars, it hoots a tale of lore you’ll forget never Tales of weary travelers seeking home If you follow his flight the way will be shown The forest stirs creating a symphony of rustling leaves, The owl’s eyes ask you to believe For the owl is more than feathers and talons it is a guardian of thresholds, paths and realms So heed its call lost wanderer and follow his light There are much more dangerous beasties out there in the night Follow where the hooting owl awaits Or choose perhaps a worser fate…”
“A Traveling soul, wandering free, Roaming the world, as far as I can see. From beautiful fields to trails so steep The journey’s end, I’ll never keep. I seek adventure, I seek the old and the new, The thrill of the unknown, And the history it hides too With every step, I leave behind The past, the pain, the ties that bind I find solace in the open road In the stories shared, and the tales untold I find beauty in the simplest things, In the forest, on the river and all the songs that nature sings A traveling soul, I come and go, Leaving no trace but a short story to show I hope a peace of my spirit will live on, in every place, A memory, a dream, the wandering woman, a familiar face…”
Sasysquatchgirl 