Wild Woman (6.)
Heavy was her heart as it sat upon her sleeve
Just another casualty on display for those who dared to recite their condolences
Oh, but she continued her escapade
Refusing to allow the condition of her cardiac woes to keep away her passion
The wind called her name and like a wild card with no destination, she tossed herself into the storm
Landing far from the deck
Dressed in all black,
She created her own universe,
lighting everything on fire with her touch.
Only the freest soldiers could escape unscathed
As she roams the flames leap higher
A lesson to the playing fool behind her.
No attention is given to the evil that claws at her heels
She speaks the language of peace
It washes through her soul and pours from her heart
At this point of her wandering she’s forgotten her hearts anguish
What weighed heavily upon her in the beginning no longer exists
Carefully she collects the remnants of her broken heart sewing it back together
Piece by piece.