Wild

When I think of the wilderness I think of the trees, the rocks, but most importantly the open space.

The desire for something more than myself.

Is it naïve to have hope for a peaceful life in a society built on hate and an obsession for revenge?

I am unsure where the winds take me, but I am convinced it is not where I stand.

If I follow the trail long enough and miss the predetermined turns that were forced onto me as a

child, I may fall upon peace hidden only for me to find.

-RhiannaVasquez