In my head there are trees of fears in the forest of doubts and they’ve been there for so long that some of them have tire swings
The trees too tall and the path so thin that I get lost in the darkness of the leafy sea that I’m sinking in
I’m suddenly lost so I do what I was told and hug a tree for some reason hoping that maybe someone else is lost here too
But I’m the end I’m alone so I’ll water this tree with my tears and hope that someone will remember me when I’m gone
But a man shows up with an ax and a smile and starts hacking away at all of the branches and parts that reach
He chops and he chops and the leaves fall like a bridal veil over the rot laden floor, caressing it’s contours like a sleeping lover
Wood creaks and moans as it succumbs to the the blade, smashing its body into the ground it never wanted to meet
The molded and frayed knots that once held the swings snap and fall like a downed falcon to its final resting place
The forest is no more, only remnants of memories of what was here with leaves and wood slashed and torn and dying
I look up and can see the man with the ax and the smile as he says he’s been looking for a girl that looked like me
My hand reaches for his as I begin to cry “I was so lost” his hand grasps mine “you’re never lost, just finding a new path”
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
In my head there are trees of fears in the forest of doubts and they’ve been there for so long that some of them have tire swings
The trees too tall and the path so thin that I get lost in the darkness of the leafy sea that I’m sinking in
I’m suddenly lost so I do what I was told and hug a tree for some reason hoping that maybe someone else is lost here too
But I’m the end I’m alone so I’ll water this tree with my tears and hope that someone will remember me when I’m gone
But a man shows up with an ax and a smile and starts hacking away at all of the branches and parts that reach
He chops and he chops and the leaves fall like a bridal veil over the rot laden floor, caressing it’s contours like a sleeping lover
Wood creaks and moans as it succumbs to the the blade, smashing its body into the ground it never wanted to meet
The molded and frayed knots that once held the swings snap and fall like a downed falcon to its final resting place
The forest is no more, only remnants of memories of what was here with leaves and wood slashed and torn and dying
I look up and can see the man with the ax and the smile as he says he’s been looking for a girl that looked like me
My hand reaches for his as I begin to cry “I was so lost” his hand grasps mine “you’re never lost, just finding a new path”
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