Our Wilds

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells


Running through trees

And across land known only to the wilds,

We feel confident in our ability to tame.

But as we continue on,

Drumming the leaves beneath our feet

And shoving aside stick and thorn as if we could not be contained,

We ignite our simplest desires and ways

As we overcome this wild

And we allow our wilds free.


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