when are we wild?

our untamed self starts to creep out

it surfaces and flashes our truth

we become endearing,interesting

boring or irritating

some of us embrace this ‘wildness’

with no care of what the fuck the world thinks

but most of us make it prick that poisonous needle

putting it into a lifelong slumber

that no handsome prince’s kiss can salvage

not letting anyone see it

the creativity, the natural, the outcast

all hidden from the world like a worthless treasure.

Oh the things society does to you!


It is a bit meh. But I felt like giving a shout out to the ones who dare. And do check out https://jrrogue.com/ for the prompts.