In the back of my heart is a dark, hidden place.
It was protected from the outside
for far too long.
As rays of light break through
the once so intense shadow
a little girl smiles.
This little girl is innocent,
raw and light.
Like a feather. Angel white.
And her love is bold
There’s no limit to her love.
She just spreads it all over
and sees the beauty
in whoever crosses her path.
Her love is formless
and yet, has many forms
as it has a different flavor with each and every one.
She just doesn’t understand
why some respond with fear or stories
of what it means
when she expresses her love fiercely.
She doesn’t understand
the fixed ideas of what love should look like
and why some can’t simply receive it
or return it.
It hurts to be misunderstood.
The little girl ended up confused
and puzzled why some took her love
and did not respect it for what it was.
It’s when I met her again recently
that I felt the pain in the back of my heart
as the burst of love that wants to flow,
more than ever before.
Now we are both holding each other’s hand
and decided to take a risk:
to love wildly again.
Loving wildly and living fully,
loving souls and loving hearts,
loving humans and loving things.
It’s being passionate and following aliveness.
All with the risk of judgement,
of it sometimes being unreturned,
of being rejected.
With the risk of maybe scaring people
who bring all kinds of meanings to it,
and the risk of loving
and falling in love
and freaking out
because we didn’t know
we could feel so much.
What does it mean to love wildly?
What does love feel like when it’s free
from any limitations of what it should look like?
Free from the fear of rejection
or not being returned?
Free from the pain
of being misunderstood?