It was in the ricochet of your aim,
shrapnel repercussions
forcibly deconstructed into
disassociation.

From myself,
from you, for nothing more
than to fathom
the ugliness of such
an existence.

I dismount your weapon and slide,
somewhere between meter and rhyme,
I honour the freedom of bending it
e v e r
s o
s l i g h t l y

Juxtaposition it,
until the walls that hold me
are stardust in
free verse of
curved time with
absolutely no construct.

I trudged within the grime
of what it is to see
structures fall into place and rust,
to see signs in a darkened sky
and have the balls
to raise myself high enough
to confess I’m knee-deep
in this mess.

To now see that you didn’t see
and you probably will
never comprehend
the complexity of layers
embedded in me.

Carnage is only carnage
if I allow it.

I held my thoughts in splinters
daggers of past times
in my fingers, that now
freely type and sometimes rhyme
about what it is to
live through such a
thing.

Today, I kick up dust
leg raised high
with a singular twirl.

This, this is the beginning of my unfuckening.

© WF, 2019.

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The Journey..

My writing journey began as a child, writing diary entries to cope with the broken home I was living in. Watching my mother suffer (domestic violence) and living in a toxic household seem to unleash my artistic journey.

Thankfully, this was only part of my childhood. We were fortunate to escape and start a better life in my early teens.

I believe I have an inner strength and the capacity to see things from a different angle due to this experience. This is reflected in my work.

For most of my life, I kept my poetic side to myself, though I was incredibly creative and  artistic, I had confidence issues. One day (in my twenties) I was brave enough to share some of my work with some friends, the response was positive and encouraging enough for me to eventually share via a writing platform (https://medium.com/@Wildflower11).

My first public piece was shared in May of 2016. I used the pen name Wild Flower to keep my identity private. That was five years ago now. I have grown as a writer and now proudly attach my real name to my work.

 I have been published in print, anthologies, and actively write for several online publications.I’m currently working on my first poetry book, titled “Watching the Sky Meet the Sea”.

Themes of my childhood are still reflected in my work; I consider it an important part of who I am today and believe in reaching into hearts through this craft. 

If my story has sparked your interest, journey with me.

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