Untitled by Megan G.

He interwove the essence of a nightmare into a haunting, echoing call of woe. Heartache of untold measure seemed to reverberate within the hollow walls of my fearful soul. A tenderly unwrapped present of life’s most precious secrets, laid bare before the truthful, innocent spokes of moonlight, he howled. Taking within myself this moment of surrender from that captivatingly cultivated façade of a tamed wilderness, the wind sang freely through scruffy fur and past sinewy muscles. The reflective pool at my feet, offered a vision of the reality I now faced. I cast a sideways glance at this master of calm, released from his shackles, as I gently caressed the scar that traced a jagged streak from the temple of my forehead to the base of my jaw. For the wild may seem tame, but the tame are always wild. And in a moment where tame is gone, submission to the greater callings of one’s self are made known. I raised a star-drenched face to the sky and added my own call of the wild.