Bitter Sweet Poetry: Wild Beauty Fly Free
Wild beauty needs to fly free.
It can not be possessed
It is there for the whole world
To love and adore.
The Lesson I Learned
For a brief moment in time, I had the pleasure of knowing one of the freest spirits I have ever known. She was a wild beauty and I fell in love with her to my core. I could never imagine someone so beautiful in my life, but there was a dark side beneath that beauty, and I was so blinded in adoration I missed all the signs.
A victim of child abuse since the age of 7, her story was like a nightmare I could never imagine. Molested by people who were supposed to protect her, scorned by a mother who saw her little girl as competition instead of the precious gift she was, and abused by a father who thought her a stubborn horse that needed to be tamed instead of a beautiful bird destined to be free. Through all this adversity she emerged into the world a woman strong, fearless, and good. I saw all this in her, and my heart ached to give her a world full of the goodness she deserved as a child.
Somewhere along the way my pure intentions became tainted with self interests. It became more important to me that I was the one to give these things to her, and not anyone else. I grew possessive and controlling, and when she pulled away I tried to hold her by force. Naturally, she ran away completely and all I was left with were painful memories of what used to be.
It's been years since I lost her, and the one thing I would like to say more than anything else is that I was wrong. She deserved the goodness I wanted to give to her, but she had to be the one to give it to herself. I should of shared with her my happiness, and not depended on her to make me happy. I was a fool and I am no longer afraid to admit it. I now know that wild beauty has to fly free, and it is meant for the whole world to enjoy.