'Why do you come?'
My voice is low and echoes around the walls of my head
I run
To a place where I feel less dead
A Forest, a mountain, a tree and a hill
Promise 'till light comes to help me be still
'Why do you share?'
My voice is snide and intimidating now
I dare
In hope of feeling free somehow
Make tracks upon the forest floor
Hide myself to show myself more
'Nobody cares. Noone ever will'
The truth in my head makes me be still
Eyes fill
'I care!' I shout back in a voice too weak and shrill
As I drag myself on, throwing leaves in the air
Making a whirlwind upon which wise trees can stare
'Well if that is enough, only you can say'
A softer voice, lulls me away
I linger
Only the forest sees, as I dance and I prance and fall to my knees
As I sing out of tune, no rhythm or rhyme
'I care' I shout louder
'These words. They are mine'.
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sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oh poems never turn out as you think but maybe it was for my benefit. I loved a poet a long time ago. And he heard me speak. And I guess I need to accept that perhaps he just helped me grow my voice. I'm done chasing rainbows. Who needs someone to dance with in the forest. The forest is enough.
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Thanks SL. I'm not sure my voice is received beyond the trees, but well I just can't stop wailing anyway 😬
And may the words always be yours - enjoyed the read.
Thanks michael. It's the only freedom I know
Living or communing with nature is always so fulfilling, as are your words.
If I could spend my days and nights aline in the forest. I would in an instant. It was also a metaphor for seeking and reaching but no longer needing human validation of my worth.
Thanks for reading and commenting 😊
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