Give me the wild children

Give me the wild children

October 26, 2020

Give me the wild children with their bare feet and sparkling eyes.

The restless churning climbers.

The wild ones using their outside voices, singing all the way home.

Give me the wonder filled glorious mess makers dreaming of mountains and mud, aching to run through a field of stars.

-Nicolette Sowder

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I once heard someone say,

If you don't change you do not grow,

But I waved the thought away,

For who were you to think they know,

I'd always stayed the same,

A heart that thrived within the cold,

And I had no desire to change,

At least that's what I had been told,

But deep within my mind,

A thought grew slowly, bit by bit,

Until I felt trapped in my skin,

For it no longer seemed to fit,

There's a whole world sitting out there,

Changing every single day,

That proves it's nothing to be scared of,

If you do it the right way,

For a day afraid to turn to night,

Will miss the silver moon,

And a flower that refuses to change,

Will never get to bloom,

I had thought I was a thorn bush,

Only good for snagging clothes,

But if you do not dare to change,

You'll never find out you're a rose.

~e.h.~