The body is wild
Ask any woman who has been consumed by childbirth
In love
In grief
We will all say
The body is wild
Directed by the pull of the moon
And the gravity of earths magnetic core
Constantly stretched between
And reeling from feeling
All of these raw emotions and healing
Always healing
Striving for balance
Tip toes teeter
Drifting
Sleep now
And try again tomorrow
Great poem, Kate!
I love this. The body is a wild thing. I’m not certain a man can understand how untamed it can be,
I don’t think so either and don’t mean that in a “less than” way either, women are driven by a different energy then men. I loved the book “women who run with wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estez when I read it many years ago. Depth is something women can dive into in a different way.
I totally agree. I also believe we go through so many biological changes, which are so different. I think males have a difficult time understanding.
I so agree that men cannot understand the way we do. I think that some try, and can a little bit, but none are as earthy wild as we are. I love this poem
Thank you, I think it’s really important that we celebrate our strengths, our depths and intuitive nature.
Wonderful!💙
Thanks 😊
Awww…the balance. Your words are beautiful and wild. ❣️
Embrace the wild. Used to try and suppress, let it loose with an apple to eat down the path
Absolutely! ❣