Weightless, I feel held, swaddled in a fuzzy cream robe. My toes are free to wiggle about, my long auburn curls free to bob, my soul free to fly, eyes soft, cheeks gold and smooth as porcelain. Not a pain, not a worry or regret. Shoulders nimble, back limber as a daisy’s stem. I stretch, face up forever tugged in the direction of the sun. I am available, willing, ready, embraced by life.

My insides squirm, I have no idea what’s next. The twinge in my gut says “Oh yes, life, unwrap my robe, pick me up, dangle me over the cliff in all my nakedness, hold me snug, wash me in this electric tingle, this zing of being, this pizazz of fully living.”

Whispers from those who think they know best trickle in. I’m led indoors with the others and given treats if I sit and stay. My bum is planted in a one-armed wooden desk, the seat slick from generations before. I want to be outside, to stretch towards the sun. I’m taught the ways of the world and sent off to march in line. As I keep up the pace, one foot in front of the other, I imagine my future in this scheduled charade.

I do not want manufactured security and its sepia tone, that boring porridge of plain oats. I will not consume the same ol’ slop every day until my whole life has dwindled. I want the story I leave behind to be “She lived! She laughed! She was a friend to all, every species, everyone in all their shades. She stretched the limits and did life her way. She left nothing behind, she slid through the veil, hair frizzy, heart full, eyes bright, face plastered with a mischievous grin.”

Obedient, no, that is not who I am. I will not sit tight and knit security blankets for my friends. Safety can kiss my untamed hind end as I make my mad dash into dazzling bright light. I am willing to fall and get scraped up from a slide. Sure, I sometimes get frightened when I roam far from the herd, and see the raging tiger of society barreling my way. My bare toes dig into dusty dirt, eyes wide, teeth clenched, lips pursed. A snarl rumbles in my throat. Come get me, come on, let’s wrestle this out. Come! Give me all you’ve got. I will scrape and scratch. I will pound my way out with a wrecking ball of a war torn heart.

When my cheeks are pressed against the crook of two walls, it is “go” time. I will not sit in a corner and ask for forgiveness. I stand tall and turn around. As a peaceful warrior decorated in the battle paint of freedom, my eyes focus on the way forward. My shoulders back, I take a slow, deep, breath.

I will not go quietly. I will not listen to lies masquerading as truths. I will not wait for a knight on a white horse. This cage of conditions begs to be broken and left. I will not lap up that drab porridge. Fairytales are lies meant to keep me in line. The raging river calls.

I dive head first into the wild river of feral life. A shriek escapes my lungs. A chill rips up my spine and shivers my neck. Naked, my back bows in bliss as the sting of this wild river prickles every inch of my undomesticated skin.

I will not go gentle. I will not be tamed. I will not step blind, into the dying of my light.

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Photo Credit: Daisy Dewdrops by Martin Hetto; Plzeň, Czech Republic