The Wild Child

I was never meant to be a “boss babe”

The little girl

living at the lake in the summers

nymph in hiding,

never being found from Friday touchdown until Sunday pack up,

squirreling away rocks into secret spaces in the moving boxes to travel the world

only bound by the rules, “be home before dark”

Days are infinite.

A wild child.

Years pass,

fighting to achieve what I thought I wanted,

what was expected,

Reaching beyond, but never reaching

decades

Reborn is the wild child

far too late

I have found me.

with sand between my toes watching the sunset over the ocean,

hiking the forests and mountains until sunset

stopping to touch and learn and breath

using my voice

travelling to places near and far  

Days are no longer infinite.

Happily, ever now

not after.

I am the “boss” babe.