seek a place inside:
a wild place—
beyond the timelines,
and sidelines, and
worldly bylines
.
let the tide inside move
you toward the notion,
so bright,
of knowing
.
of knowing what you knew all along—
that longing,
and still yearning,
and still beating, and burning,
for the things you swore
you gave up on
.
yes, the ones that fit into crevices,
and lay hidden in corners—
the ones that stay tucked away tight:
swallowed by shame,
that never see light
.
what is wild can never be
contained by shadows,
and so, i beg you:
.
let them rise
Amanda Martin by @lifeforcephotography