She's fighting to get out,
Of the cloak you've wrapped her in.
She was born to feel the sun in her soul,
And creation in her bones.
She sees no limitations, only opportunities.
To live in every inch of her skin.
Seizing each moment as if her first,
Hungry for what her senses can breathe in.
Wild Woman, let her free. You are her.
You deserve to know what it feels like,
To give into wanderlust suitable
For a curious mind, and pulsing heart.
– Marie Milligan