The Wild She

She was all over the map In feelings, and terror Of things that could happen She could not be contained. The best of us tried. The screaming The shrieking The terror It was all real To her. Her Madness Only made Sense to Those who Were Also consumed By the same Type of Madness. The demons Unleashed Could never Be calmed Again. We Tried But we could Not relate. None of Us had Ever experienced This insane type Of Wildness. It takes a special Dose of abandonment And neglect to Create this level Of distrust And Self-protection. It takes a special Child to live Through this Kind of Crazy. She was Consumed With mad, And none Of us could Help her Because There Was no Way to Relate. No reference Points, as none Of us had ever experienced This kind of Wild. She had to Be given Paints and Inks and Learn to settle Herself down, In her own Way, In her own Time, creating Her own kind of Wild.