My mind is a forest.
Sometimes I am lost in it.
In some places,
Sun shines through trees
Gold through green
Leaves dance down little fairy paths
And there are wild-berry picnics on green grass blankets.
This is where others come to visit
Where it’s safe
My mushrooms may be strange colors
But everyone has mushrooms.
There is a river
Where sunlight drips through and scatters
In some places, the currents run deep and silent
Further on, there is a roar and a froth.
Rocks break the water in surprising places
Here is beauty, but also danger
Sometimes the rocks are sharp
Sometimes they cut your hands
Only friends come here
Only those who know me
say I’m worth it
And in some places the rocks are worn smooth
from kindness and gentle touches.
There are dusky places
Always caught in cat’s light
Where naked branches are silhouetted against the first stars
And fireflies party around dark tree pillars.
There are odd rustles in the bushes
and sometimes the gleaming lights are eyes
A sickle moon spills strange thoughts
Cold breezes whisper words across my skin
This is where stories are born
Here I walk alone
Here, I rest.
This is where I find myself
Where I enter into my birthright.
But far in,
the trees grow tangled
Sometimes when I am too long alone
I wander past the dusky places into something murkier
Where thick spiderwebs pull branches close
Mud slips beneath my bare feet
And the eyes in the shadows are always behind me.
I cannot be found
because I forget that I am lost.
All is night under the misshapen branches
It climbs into my eyes
I cannot remember that light lives anywhere.
I light a candle, and it smothers.
I remember only cold in the dusky places-
only eyes watching, and loneliness.
I remember only night on the river-
only cold rocks and wet blood on my hands.
I remember only a glare of the sunshine places-
only that I grow tired when I am long there
and that sometimes there are insects screaming in my ears.
All paths are uphill
crowded with brambles
So why bother?
But while I am huddled on the slimy ground
I open my eyes.
Far, far above
The moon rides.
And it is light,
The moon knows my forest.
but I cannot reach it.
I am still alone
And I know that I am lost.
There is only one who comes looking for me here
(Or perhaps he was sent)
Because he is the only one who dares to push through my twisting paths
Calling my name louder than the voices in my head
Clasping my hand stronger than the clinging spiderwebs
He pulls me from all the lost places in my mind
and draws me back into the light.
My mind is a forest.
Sometimes, I am lost in it.