I may walk slowly maybe quickly. There isn't a care in the world I have here. The forest envelopes my soul like a young child that had Lost Her way and made it back in to the loving arms of her mother.. I have never run to the forest for comfort, not before today. I have never been to a real forest.. A forest of the mind, that is where I am. Now, in a meadow. I sit in the middle Lost. I'm lost, but I know where I am. The forest has trapped me, I have let it trap me..
I have one problem, one problem in this serene world. I cannot look up. If I looked up my world would be Lost. No one can tell me but myself the forest of my mind is alive and active. But I have found I am just existing.. Small, insignificant That's how I've been made to feel.
Slowly I crumple under the anticipation of looking up. My eyes move from the ground to the tree line all around me. It's dark but not for long. Light pours in from the sky into the world around me. I close my eyes and lay on my back facing towards the sky of my mind.. I say an apology "For so long I haven't looked to you dearest sky, forgive me, I will look to you and not the ground. The ground I stand on only holds pain. While all this time you have watched over me and given me direction, light and captivated me with your majesty."
The forest turns itself into a field of wheat the forest is broken and gone. I cannot see the ground below me. but I can see my bearings. I am no longer lost.
Thinking about sending this one in for the magazine mah school does every year. Any and all feed back is welcome!