In the dark secluded forest
that eery midnight,
Grey clouds conspired
to cover up all the bright.

And I found myself
surrounded by my own wolves,
howling, maybe even cheering
for me to escape my own mind.

As it started to drizzle a little,
my heart began to pour some more.
Turned my worn out torchlight on,
the one that dad gave me
with a handwritten note,
'Always be brave'.
Something,
that I could never quite be in the past.
and they would always be there
to rescue my soul that couldn't last
the wrath of the midnight winds.

In the dark secluded forest
half past midnight,
I illuminated the road ahead
with my worn-out torchlight
only to find my own shadow
leading me into the depths
of nowhere.

Maybe it's not
the animals that lurk,
or the silences of the leaves
the uncertainties of the woods.
the humming of the bees,
the shaking of the earth
or the dancing of the dirt
Maybe it's not
the majesty of trees
that scares me.

Maybe the only thing I fear
is me.

© Rr