Untamed

There is a storm With no forecast Living in me The kind that blooms In every direction at once

Ideas spark Like the static before lightening strikes But the ground never seems to catch fire

I spiral In bursts so loud they echo Then silence That swallows everything whole

I crave routines Then run from them I want structure But can’t breath inside it

A new thought becomes a galaxy And I name every star Until the sky goes dark

They say I’m too much Then ask why I’m so quiet Don’t you see Both are apart of me

I am not a puzzle with missing pieces I am something untamed You were just never taught how to see

Author’s Note

This poem is for anyone whose mind doesn’t move in straight lines. For the ones who crave freedom, feel too much, and struggle to be understood in a world built for order. If your thoughts bloom wildly, if silence follows your spirals, if you’ve ever been called “too much” or “not enough” — this is for you. You’re not broken. You’re just untamed