Out of My Wildness

This lyric poem was inspired by these two Bible verses:

Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
leaning on her beloved? Song of Solomon 8:5

“I will plant her for myself in the land; I will show my love to the one I called ‘Not my loved one.’ I will say to those called ‘Not my people,’ ‘You are my people’; and they will say, ‘You are my God.’” Hosea 2:23

 

Out of My Wildness

Out of my wildness
my unashamed roaming
I seek love and a place to rest.
I want to bask in the autumn sun
surrounded by fallen leaves
and let my antlers shed
I am not a forest, there is no tree that can stand beside what means to be a woman.
I am not a desert, sand can not cause a person to withdraw within their own flesh.
I am not this succulent edged heart
I need water, something running ferociously for me.

Out of my wildness
my desperate need to know why,
I seek trust and the belief that tomorrow is truly new.
I want to sing through the tears that loss has brought me
and save memories in a mason jar and watch them light up
the nights when I feel like I cannot breathe or move and I am
paralyzed by fear.
I am not someone who desires to be alone despite these empty spaces I have collected.
I need community, something that holds me fast in a cocoon of promise.

Out of my wildness,
my truth has been made known.
I seek hope that is as effortless as the Lily.
I want to be like the Crocus, how she blooms so vibrant in the day.
I am just learning to be confident but I will not forget that I am made of dust.
I need joy, something that makes me return to laughter and sleep with the lights off.

Out of my wildness
my sight has been restored
like Paul on the Damascus Road
the bright light of God’s love casts
upon me like a waterfall.
I am no longer called orphan. I am no longer called “not my people.”
I am free like a dandelion seed  yet secure like
the ocean.
I am a red rocked monument carved by the
faithfulness of Love.
And when He speaks my name,when He beckons to me,
I lift my eyes up and walk
unashamed, barefoot and lay my antlers at his feet.

*Painting Credit :”Southern Landscape”
Walter Williams

Katelyn Durst

Katelyn Durst

Our second poet-in-residence, Katelyn Durst, is a community artist, creative activist, teacher and youth worker. She has worked within urban youth development and urban community development for ten years and has taught poetry for six years, recently conducting poetry therapy workshops at a youth psychiatric hospital and Freedom Schools summer programming in a workshop focused on healing from the unjust deaths of youth of color. Katelyn is currently pursuing a master’s in Urban Studies and Community Arts from Eastern University with a focus on trauma-informed art-making to build sustainable and transformative resiliency within urban/inner-city and displaced communities. In her spare time, she dreams of becoming an urban beekeeper.
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