Wild Child (a poem)

Run wild child,

prove them all wrong.

Even in the midst of fear

you remain strong.


There’s destruction in this world,

so much you have seen,

but the power in your eyes

shines bright in the flashing gleam.


When water rises higher,

still you shall sing.

With fire erupting in the sky,

your beauty will still beam.


The thunder doesn’t shake you,

standing tall you remain.

In the middle of the changing winds

your heart is a flame


that gives you power and gives you strength

to walk alone in this world

stretching across the oceans length.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s