Walking through this meadow,
Examining the grass and sky.
Laying in this meadow,
Watching the fluffy clouds.
I stand and stretch,
Going off into this forest.
The dark and angry forest
Engulfs my heart and soul.
I begin to run through the trees,
But they grab at me and cut deep.
I trip and fall, the blood seeping
Into my pure white clothing.
I cry out, but the canopy covers
My desolate screams of pain.
I gasp for breath, but the air
Cannot reach my lungs.
I reach towards the ashen sky,
Hoping that I can grasp it
In a weak attempt to save my soul.
I give up and lay on the forest floor,
Unable to motivate myself.
I hear voices every now and then,
Urging me to rise and leave.
A ray of light breaks through
And shines on my face.
I extend my arm up at it
And I am risen from the dead leaves.
A path opens up before me
And I run out of the forest,
Leaving the wasteland behind.
I continue to run for hours,
Days, weeks, years..
I never stop, no matter where
I may tread or lie.
My wounds have closed,
But they are not healed.
A few open from time to time
And they do not get me down.
I continue to fly free,
Remembering the forest
And the burdens it lay upon
My already-weighted chest.
Never will I go back there,
For it is my past
And I am the future.