Stones & bramble branches
break
under each step I take.
The smell of forest
& of damp earth
fills the chilled air.
Bark from trees bites
deep into my hands.
Steril wind cuts through emerald green pines.
The oiled needles brushing side by side.
The very breath I need
I can't seem to find.
I fear this forest has stripped me
of that prize.
Yet, I continue on. Forward, though lost.
I make my way.
In isolation, day by day.
This is part I of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."
My goal is to create five or so ten-part stories and eventually put them into a collection wherein I can publish a physical work. The idea for this particular story came shortly after I was halfway through writing "Weathered."
I hope you enjoy.
