The Life of a Wild Woman

The Life of a Wild Woman

Part 1

I’ve never been one to do what others want of me. I’ve always wanted to create my own path and swim in my own sea. I’ve been told many times that I cannot do it all but I highly disagree. I can be wild & I can be free. Free of judgement as long as I do not care. Free of hateful remarks that could create dispair. Free of people telling me what to view. Free of people telling me when and where I can let down my hair.

I’ve taken too many roads and created a map. Felt my way through a dark maze blind as a bat. I’ve taken the dirt path and scrapped my knees. I’ve taken steps back and had to plead. Plead to myself that I will not go anywhere until I know everything about everywhere. Maybe if I study these situations I can stop them in their tracks. Maybe if I don’t have friends, they can’t stab me in my back. Maybe if I just listen to myself and forget all the rest, I can get out of being wack & finally do my best. Where can I look for guidance when within me I have the Mydas touch? If I can’t trust myself well then I’m shit out of luck.