Needle and Thread

All the wild horses
All the wild horses
Tell her with tears in their eyes
May no man's touch ever tame you
May no man's reigns ever chain you
And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul
And as for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away



It's been a while folks. Sorry 'bout that! Yes I've been busy is suppose, but truth be told, I've avoided this little blog of mine. Going back today and reading it reminded me so much of why I have. You see, I'm not a good liar, not too good at faking things either. I love to write, it is a piece of my soul, and having a blog is like giving it a good drink of water. But I was so filled with questions and doubts, lost really, in my own mind, that the words wouldn't form, my voice cracked and I choked when my soul tried to speak out. 
I've come to the realization that I've been walking around this Earth, hollow in many ways and bone-aching dry in others. I feel like somewhere along the way I was given a needle and thread and I have attempted to sew myself together, to keep from falling apart. Sometimes I've stitched the holes together nicely, or even put cute little patches over them, other times I just see these big gaping holes that have quietly ripped wide open. I grew up such a free and wild spirit. I was untamed. This life has broken me in many ways, placed a bridle in my mouth and thrown a saddle over my back. And thus, with the needle and thread, I have tried to stitch that girl back together, all the while telling her to stuff that free spirit of hers deep down.  I am realizing slowly that I need to dump that needle and thread and shed this skin I've tried to decorate. Let that care free, happy girl grow back and be who I am. Sometimes lyrics say it so much better:

Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it, push it around?
I guess to build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

It's time again to be me,

I'll open my own gates 

and set myself free.