a wild broken heart

She wondered if she would
ever grow tired of
the quiet cracking, splitting, breaking
of her heart.
Each rip a reminder (a caution of sorts)
that she was well and truly
breakable...
Fragile, if she was being honest.

Some might say she was
foolish,
a naive woman with
a wild, broken heart.

She wondered if they might be right.
Maybe a lock made sense
or a cage to keep
connection at bay.
A simpler way to live..
and this way meant less risk of
shattered pieces,
less chance of
broken fragments
scattered with yet another
lost love.

So she tried living in the cage
and she locked up her
wild, broken heart.
But it was never meant
to be tamed.
It kept her awake
with songs of
freedom and longing
and love.

She understood that her heart knew better
and in that moment
there was no cage or lock,
no bars or armour
to guard her
achingly beautiful,
eternally hopeful
wild, broken heart.

And she knew that
she would never grow tired of this
endless dance,
this miraculous journey lead by her
powerful heart compass.

Some might call her journey dangerous,
even say she was crazy...
but she would choose
wild and free,
love and light,

over a life with a cage any day.
She would choose a wild, broken heart.

Love from Oz.

This one's for the misfits.

This one's for the misfits.
The freaks,
The weirdos.
The ones who can't seem to fit the mold. No matter how hard they try.
And you've tried hard.
This one's for anyone who keeps striving to follow the formula society has fed you but
Can't. Quite. Make. It. Work.

So you look for an escape...
Drugs, alcohol, sex, work, violence, pills, food....anything to make you feel less wild, less freakish...
Or just to feel less.
You think, numb is what I want.
Numb will make me normal.

Numb from the wild, beautiful beating of your heart.
Numb from that knowing that you aren't supposed to settle for this one way.
You know there's so much more, so many different ways.
Numb from all that you desire and all that you see...
Numb from the pain of trying to be someone you're not.

This one's for the misfits.
This one's for the beautiful souls that bring colour to our world.
Your rainbow is brilliant and we need more of your colour.
This one's for the freaks,
In all of your glorious light. So much light.
Why do you keep covering it up?
Let it shine bright.

Now's the time to be you,
the weird, wild, freakishly unique being that you are.
Normal is not part of your journey, normal is not what you're made of, not your calling.
Normal isn't going to bring you happiness or peace
and it certainly won't fill your heart with love. (they'll try to say I'm crazy but you know I'm right)

Screw normal.
Embrace your strange  and your freak and your fantastically colourful soul.
You're so much more than you realise.
Screw numb.
There's so much to feel and see and taste and touch.
So much to breathe in and out and to dream and imagine.
So much life to live and love to give.

This one's for the weirdos.
You are not alone and you are loved.

Love from Oz.