My Untamed Heart

When you are finally released from his cage of infatuation and desolate promises - run.

Run desperately toward the distant sound of gently crashing waves overflowing with hallowed breath, resting faithfully on the shore of everlasting redemption. Toward balmy amber skies filled to the brim with hazy daydreams, and infinite mountaintops echoing affirmations of your newly found freedom. Feel the fullness of the grasslands shifting beneath your bare feet as the nurturing motherhood of the sun warmly kisses your freckled shoulders. She is the steady exhale of a midsummer breeze and the wild stillness married to each winding road mapped out on your delicate skin. Though the earth hasn’t held you in ages, she has been patiently waiting for you to climb back into her wanting arms as she hums restful ease back into your aching bones.

You were not created to be imprisoned – a dirty secret kept in the dark, isolated by cruel iron bars and incomplete men. Men who clipped your dainty wings and buried your magic in empty bottles of cheap whiskey - for fear of losing the only light that ever dared to burn brightly in their undeserving presence.

You were designed to arise. To burn holes in the souls of the relentless monsters who rendered you powerless, to glide freely like shooting stars making love to obsidian skies – capturing wishes and blessing them with eternal life.

Wild women don’t live in cages, they belong to the galaxy. Built with stardust and alchemy and enchanting visions of new tomorrows. Untamed hearts were not made to exist in a small-minded man’s unsteady hands.

They were made to soar. To beat alone. To take a stand.