midnight blade
Be wild.
Let the world be bewildered
by your audacity,
by your individuality,
by your voice and character...
let the world be bewildered by you.
Do not throng your head to the floor apologizing incessantly for the slightest inconvenience,
meanwhile the world still turns,
meanwhile the sun and moon dance once more.
You who cradles a lifetime of hurt,
ensuring others comfort while you deny your own,
is it worth it?
You who would rather encumber the weight of the world,
wouldn’t it be nice to be free?
Free of the voices who beckon your name
to deceive you,
to deny you,
to destroy you.
And while you anxiously contemplate the future,
restless upon your “throne” of dissatisfaction,
exhausted and defeated,
the wounded hare ventures into the forest once more,
knowing dangers lies ahead,
yet does so to live.
Live knowing you will still get hurt,
live knowing love is to come,
live knowing you will still feel guilt, sadness and remorse.
Yet live nonetheless.
Be wild.
Listen to the voice that has always been here,
the primordial spark that has been with you since birth,
the one who grieves with you,
the one who cries for you,
the one who loves you whole.
And that voice,
at the end of every road and tribulation will always be with you,
for that voice is you,
and as you listen to it,
let it mend your wounded soul.
Let the world that you know of be bewildered at such a sight,
meanwhile you find freedom.
this is my first poem and also first free verse poem 
feedback would be appreciated
i was inspired by mary oliver
solemn ibex