Where The Wild Things Go {Poem}

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 colors

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 center 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