#conceptualization
How many lose their way
in woods that stand in grace,
in everlasting silence,
like in a fog shrouded,
that can’t be pierced with eyes
and thickens as you stare,
so wanderers, unaware
of how to cross these parts,
their constant search for signs,
they fear they cannot bear.
Once felt led astray,
they pick up the pace
and turn words to prayer
with inner strength united.
A voice that casts its spells,
to brace, fight, and repel
apparitions and wraiths
that it had just invited,
to make a rightful claim
on what it cannot gain,
as it cannot be lost
by conquered trees and ghosts.
Then back to where it started,
to woods that stand in grace,
in everlasting silence,
like in a fog shrouded.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 10:46 AM UTC