I'm lost in the jungle. It's so dense and vast. Makes me wonder if I'll ever get out. I keep moving forward, trying to escape. It's no use though. The darkenss misleads me. Continuously in circles I wander.
It's so hard to move. The vines engulf me. Tangled in them I struggle. If only I had a blade, a machete of some sort. Something to free me, detach me, let me flow through this jungle as the river does.
Constricted, alone with my discomfort, I deal with the vines myself. Embrace them, natural and bare. It's hard. Feels almost impossible. But on my own, by myself, of my own will, I sever them. A subtle gratitude is felt. A sense of accomplishment expereinced.
Glimmers of light sparkle through the canopy. A path emerges. It was obscured in the shadows of the vines. On this path the jungle feels so different. Observing the trees and creatures, There's a calmness, a peaceful harmony.
The path leads to a peak. At that summit I gaze the treetops. Shining radience touches everything. Many paths lead to this peak. Seeing the jungle as it really is, I ponder. A realization is had. No matter where in the jungle I am, the sun is always shining. Whether I can see it or not, a pathway out is always there.
Within the jungle I was lost. Above the jungle I am found.
This poem goes out to anyone experiencing depression. Hopefully you can break free from the mental obstacles(vines) of that mindset and find the way out.