wildthing

i fumble
through the jungle
that is my mind,
trying to make sense
of what’s inside,
what i think,
what i feel,
what’s imaginary,
what’s real.
it’s easier to deny
than to try
to bundubash
my way inside,
to find a clearing
that i can hear in
(a safe space to be
connecting spiritually),
where quicksand-worry
disappears
and i’m untangled
from fears.
yes, like a lionness
each day,
protecting her life
from prey,
i need to take pride
in my soul this way!

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