Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Wildness In My Heart

"...Senseless violence of our species, echoes of primal paths..."

Imperfectly etched features
Greet my waking days
Hauntings of my own past

Whispering to my soul
A reaching from another
Both hidden within our masks

Seldom do I question
The Wildness of my heart
Yet often I wonder

Differences that make me
the person I pretend and
in darkness to ponder

This is who I am
Regardless of what I choose
Random synapses firing
Make me this way

Nature has such a design
who am I to fight it?
Senseless violence of our species
echoes of primal paths

Rather than rebelling nature
I nurture who I am
fighting the scheme planned
Relishing the uniqueness

We are all patterns
Some not so carefully plotted
other chaotic - like me
But this is who I am





Originally appeared 2005-08-01

Article © Lydia Manx. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 11, 2015 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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