A couple nights ago I watched the film Beasts Of The Southern Wild with my mom, and it was wonderful, beautifully acted, thought-provoking and moving. 
I highly recommend it.
Anyways, it inspired me to write this poem that I wanted to share with you all:
The Wild
I live in a small world
built on ease and luxuries,
but I long for the wild,
and to be brave in the face of it.
Some crave the romance
of adventure,
and I am among them,
but even more
I wish to be strong.
There is a big world
outside my door,
built on pain and courage,
love and loss,
and though I have walked in it at times,
even without my shoes,
there are still many troubles, struggles,
I do not know, or at least, not yet.
From the looks of it,
I am no hero in an epic tale,
no warrior on a mythic quest
for honor and glory,
but only an unknown, uncertain boy
wearing a man’s skin,
a skin I feel I do not wear well.
The universe is big, the stars light up
my eyes with reflections,
the seas of wondering, of reaching, aching,
lap up in waves on the beach of my heart.
I wander through the dark forest
of many memories, many possibilities,
and wonder if my life
is a question, or an answer,
or maybe both.
There are those who say they
have it all,
there are those who say they
have nothing,
and there are those who say they
have just enough,
just enough to keep them living,
just enough to keep them going.
I have seen faces other than mine
covered with tears,
and I know that other souls
bear burdens too;
it is our sorrows that make us brothers,
it is our burdens that makes us men,
even if we are but boys now underneath the skin.
But perhaps there is more than I can see,
and more than I can say,
a power higher than our mountains,
a love deeper than our valleys.
And maybe someday,
beyond the walls,
out there in the wild,
we will find who and what we really are,
and we will find our true home.
Matthew Wiley