Into the Woods

I stumble.
Adrenaline high, spirits low.

The fuckening brought me
Wrong turns,
deep wounds of change.

If only I had listened.
The sounds I hear now
propel me forward.
There is no going back.

Deep roots in the ground
would rather I stay still.
Leaves fall to remind me
that everything dies.
Even dreams.

The woods of fate
hand me a choice.
A kindness.
I follow the path
and guide myself
out of the forest.

A new vision
before me.
The old me
I shine brighter (now)
thanks to the forest’s

I smile.

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