Tethered
And she was wild in every way.
It left her breathless...
every sunset, every flower, every tree expanding it's branches toward the sky articulated her.
She wanted to be absorbed by the earth, lay down in it's grasses and feel the soil soak her up.
She listened as the wind left poetry in her hair...
She poured her soul into the living surrounding things and willed her fingertips to answer back to the ground as she passed her hands over tiny insects.
She was wild.
She was madness.
despising these structures and constructed cages that wished to incorporate her into corporate ideals
Her essence was the sea, the mountains, the valleys and the deserts.
She was a mustang, a wolf, a lion, a shark...hungry, powerful, graceful and free.
Tethered only by companionship and a desire to roam.
She was madness.
She was wild.
She was me.
~Christie Page
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