She Is Wild At Heart
Emotions, rising
Hard to contain
Smiling, sweetly
Trying to remain
The woman who lives in the time that is now
For her heart it is wild, and beating so loud
Her actions are tamed
But her mind is enflamed
Thinking thoughts that she never will tell
Her poise is retained
All the while she engages
But deep in her heart her primal blood boils
Just because she is quiet
Just because she’s not fighting
Just because she is kind and giving and dear
Just because she’s the one who you would never think it
Does not mean that inside her wildness is scarce
Her heart beats a drum
That’s in time with the music
That only she hears
But is all that she needs
To fill up her pleasure
Her passion
Her fervor
To ignite the fire
To get all she desires
Her heart it is wild like a howl in the moonlight
Her heart it is wild like a fast running stream
Her heart it is wild like a hunger worth feeding
Her heart it is wild and no way can be tamed
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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