There is a woodland in
My-
Mi-nd-
I escape there
Some-times.
There I find the girl who's
Thirteen.
Sometimes five
Some-times
I get trapped
In between.

There is
A foot-path
I like to travel-
I become to the ****-
Outlandish. Unscrambled-
Sometimes I think
This world
I
Cannot handle!
Until the forest in
My mind
I wind back up in.

This forest
Is my protection-
Nothing bad
Is ever
L
E
T
In-
Some days I know
The thick trees
Are just my sins
Though the soil-green-
Always refreshes
Who I
Was-meant-to
Be.
Sincerely a woman
With the past blown
Back in the breeze.