Wild Child

The demons of the wild 
They push my inner child 
“More, more, more”
“It says it, in the folk law”

I believe 
I give myself no reprieve 
I listen to what they say 
To my dismay 

Over and over 
I work for the four leave clover 
Never believing she would just appear 
I’m too busy to see her 

Time and time again 
I work like a battery hen 
Not allowing peace 
Or this overwhelm to release 

I’m on overload 
Alone in my abode 
Too much to do
This is really true 

I imagine all that can go wrong 
When I don’t pay the super fast gong 
I push myself too far 
Forever leaving the door ajar

I never learned to shut down 
Relax my crown 
But now is the time 
I call to the divine 

I know I’m not malicious 
Or vicious 
It’s just a pattern that needs to break 
A fresh healthy life I must now make 

Written by Zoe Langman 15th March 2023