This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc, I feel the need to put up a disclaimer everytime I write a romantic piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request.
THE WILD CHILD We're all going to die one day. And this is what the wise ones say. The things you'll regret. Are the things to do, you did neglect. So live today and die another day. Be careless and let the heart have it's way. If reckless pain, it wants today. Lay it down on your best ashtray. The heart is just a child out to play. It wants what it wants anyway. It does not calculate. It does not see early or late. It just smiles. Like a small child. Whatever is laid on the plate. However small, just a bite it wants to take. The heart wants what the heart wants. For things that are complicated, it longs. The mind foresees all the horror mysteries. Upon pursuit in the morbid sorrow series. The heart is aware, yet unafraid. Of the price that must be paid. A taste of that same old drug. Just one last whiff or a chug. Better to have loved and lost. Than never to have loved at all. Irrespective how hurtful the cost. The heart is not afraid time and again to fall. The heart is just a dreamy child. It looks around untrained and wild. All too well it knows. Of incoming blows and arrows. Yet, it keeps wandering in oscillating echoes. Keeping the mind occupied is such an easy task. Even syncing the spirit may probably help you at last. But the heart is such a rotten child. Just keeps fixating after being exiled. So it's okay, time and again at the same pit, I fall. It's not that I didn't see it coming at all. But this untamed heart is such a wild child. The brain had already predicted ...and yet it smiled. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved