14. Wild Child
I watched the wind spin,
With dips and twirls.
Taking with it leaves,
And brushing my curls.
At times it's so gentle,
Like a mothers loving hand.
But then it whirls like the devil,
Sweeping your feet off the land.
I relate to its strange mood swings,
Since I'm often the same.
Stroking a blossom's petal.
Then running like a wild fire's flame.
I've never had ropes tie me down,
I've always had the privilege to fly.
But I've been given many warnings,
"You can only get so high."
Through all my life,
I've watched others struggle.
Burdened with responsibilities,
It's amazing what they juggle.
I've never had a care in my life,
And I like it that way.
But there something I hide,
A fear I keep at bay.
What if one day I reach the top,
The farthest I can ever go,
Only to fall from that high place,
And fall lower than ever before.