Who is the Real You?

The wild one
the untamed one
the one who is most at home in nature
the one who loves to play in the soil
tending sweet plants
the one who runs to a tree
when life becomes too much
She's really good at hiding
staying tucked just around the corner
You can't be changed 
if they can't see you
When you least expect it
she rises up and speaks her truth
swings her tail in the middle
of your neat and tidy life
shoving aside the pretense
opening the door for fresh air
You can't tame her
no matter how hard you try
You can cover her over
with fancy pants or face paints
but in the end
her gleaming eyes
reveal the depths of her soul
and then you'll hear her
howling at the moon
singing her eternal song

Poetry
Wild Heart