PT. 2 WILD THING

Revealing the true wildflower within took its time. Often, sunlight and fresh air felt unfamiliar to this plant enclosed in the dark for so long. The untangling of her roots was tedious and painful. When she first started the process, she had to break herself once more – but this time, she was doing the breaking. For no one else but herself. 

There she lay in this strange state called freedom; but without the cage that once held her, she felt bare. Naked. Exposed. In such a state of rawness and vulnerability that felt almost dangerous. 

For the next few years, she planted roots wherever the wind took her. Some soils drained her dry, withered her spirits… only to be carried from land to land experiencing drought, floods, and the fury of the four seasons. Yet, she persevered, praying that the next one will finally be the ground where she can take root. 

Alas, she found it. 

Grew, she did. Mighty, fierce, fearless, and tall; her fire spread in abundance… like wildflowers. She of a free spirit, her laughter carried through the winds, the resilience of lifeforce itself. 

She was happy and she was free. Most of all, she was brilliant.