The Other Side of Me

Restless nights
Weary days
Snatching memories
from tha haze

Love my life
love my family
but sometimes
the other side of me
cries to be set free

Wild streaks
I keep in check
Primal lustations
Hands on my neck

When I was young
they turned away
I broke free
found my way

My only protectors
the trees and myself
I pleased me and
nobody else

I ran the land
unhampered by ties
no rules to be broken
no pain and no lies

Now I'm a woman
child of my own
a good husband
I'm lucky to have known

Sometimes Still
I've a compelling need
to run to the trees
alone to be free

The wild side
I so well hide
so deep
I weep

No-one could imagine
the power or the passion
of the other side
of me

written 1996