Where The Wild Things Go

I want to forget
What I am compelled to remember
The lies born from imaginations
That are not mine

I want to take my faded hopes
My jaded heart
And leave them wrapped in a bundle
At the foot of my bed

I want to lie clothed
But be bare
Under a sea of stars
That whisper my name

I want to taste the breeze
And outrun the wind
Until I am certain
That freedom is mine

I want to seek all the colours
That are not found on the rainbow
And ask if they too
Feel bright and loved

I want to roam to the place
Where the wild things go
Into the forest of dreams
Under the blanket of clouds

I want to free fall into the abyss
To see if the depths claim me
Or if I can rise up
Changed and reborn

I want to know the coldest day of winter
So that I better understand
Why the summer sun
Steals the dew from the dawn

I want to wrap myself in the tears
Of a thousand raging storms
Without moving to shelter
From their crying heart

I want to hold hands
With old souls that inspire me
With young ghosts that have left me
With strangers I know

I want to wake with lions
And talk in a language
That is not studied or skilled
But primal and true

I want to stand tall
With my arms open wide
At the centre of the earth
And see if heaven feels closer

I want to fly untethered
Above rivers and streams
Water glimmering beneath me
As I dive and soar

I want to untangle the web
That is woven around me
So I can run to the place
Where the wild things go

Skylar Liberty Rose is a big believer in the healing power of creativity and the freedom found in living your truth. She is a writer, street photographer and yoga teacher with an emphasis on manifesting dreams through action and visualisation. Skylar is an advocate of stripping away layers of conditioning and instead discovering the person you are truly meant to be. She is inspired by souls with spirit and courageous hearts. She is currently living in London, and about to move to New York City. You can follow her on TwitterFB, and her blog.

Image courtesy of Leon Cato.