Wild

she knew it through her bones
as old wives who make tales do
the truth of her direction
the unbendable fold 
in her map

You cannot hold the sea
to shore
you cannot carry a mountain
on your back
you cannot put a ring
around the wind

And the hardest moment
was not in the realization
it was not in day she told him
what her true north was

the hardest moment
was riding the tide between shores
the battle to get
from where she began,
to where she needed to be

the hardest part was 
the murky difference between 
knowing
and doing
understanding
and revealing

You cannot hold back
you cannot carry
you cannot contain
or own
the wildness of a heart