As a child I
didn't learn much about
right and wrong...
not the way most did.

I was a wild child...
untamed and going against the grain...

Left home
age 14...
claiming independency.
Despised superiority...
saw no need for the supervision
from parents who never taught me...
and now all of the sudden...
want to control me?
Suddenly wanting to
steal the empowerment that
YOUR depression
YOUR alcoholism
YOUR abuse on her
HER neglect of me...
provided to me...
AWAY from me?

I THINK NOT!

And the story began...

Wild Child in the City...
Runnin' wild and
oh so pretty...and she
discovered very quickly
.
.
.
humanity and society
taught lessons that
Mama and Daddy never taught.

Wild child plots and schemes...
syntax perfected battle plan...
consistently calculating her next move.
So often having to
show and prove herself as
loyal
.
capable
.
'down'
.
wise...

in order to maintain the survival
of the untamed.

Lookin' at her...
watching her...
you'd think that she
blew from minute to minute through life
like dandelion fluff scattering in a Summer breeze...

but she was learning...

each time she fell...
she retraced her steps as she got back up...
memorized where the holes in the road were...
so that if she DID take that route again...
she'd know when to
side step
adversity...

each tear that fell...
she caught it in a bottle...
named it wisdom...
and she often went to the shelf
took it down...
and drank from it...
imbibing the elixir of her very own failures...
intoxication of the untamed ...
drunk off life... purging defeat and
planning victory...

day by day...

the survival
of the untamed.

©2009