The Dark Forest
a poem
So much blame to go around seen or not, it shook the ground it left a print deep in my soul a guide to learning all it stole The path before a mess of vines the darkened forest of my mind led me to see all you’ve lost towards remembering the cost Before I left you found me there together here our souls laid bare I felt the love shared deep inside it gently healed my wounded pride The path then took me back towards home though walking now myself alone my way found back—finally free but the hardest thing is forgiving me
