In the end,
(and there is always an end),
I will never be
the
wild
one.
The one who leaps
without looking.
Who says her mind
of a moment
(without weighing
alternatives
options
costs).
The one who feels so
strongly,
invincibly,
that she speaks
and Acts
in a fluidity
that escapes me.
My wildness is
considered.
quiet.
deep.
and my leaps teeter on the wind like fledgling birds.
And yet I leap.
Because the heart
still rules,
and the wind still lifts.
© Pamela Pardue Goode
(Written while cutting pink circles in a race to finish a mosaic)
Pam Goode Writes 
This poem is beautiful, it’s like a musical score that is quiet yet strong and soothing ❤️
Thank you so much Liza!
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I love this poem. Speaks to me…💕
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Thanks so much Pat!
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Ooooh you feed my poet soul with your poems. Love this and understand it. ♥️
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Thanks Sister!
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Beautiful Pam, thank you.
Kathleen
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Thanks so much Kathleen!
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I think, Pam, this is my favorite of your poems. It’s clear, revealing, and speaks from your heart.
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My favorite too! Thank you!!!
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My favorite too! Thank you!
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I love this so very very much 💕
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Thank you Laura!
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