A poem for anyone still lost in the forest

My Forest

I make my way behind the tree

My chest begins to heave

I lean up close to the bark

Curl up, try to breathe

I take in my surroundings

Try to gauge where I am

I’m trying my best not to end up

Lost in the woods again

I look around

The trees are different, but the same

Another side of the same old coin

There are no people either

No one to blame

No one to show me the way

I try to stand up

I feel a branch push me down

My breathing quickens

Tears begin to well

I curl up tight

I can’t remember when I fell

I’ve been here before

Not once, not twice

Every choice I make

Is a roll of the dice

I don’t know how long I’m down

I only know I am somehow up again

I am walking

I am jogging

I am trying to find the end

But there is no end

No end in sight

No end ever to be found

There’s only me

And the forest that grows

Enveloping me in it’s sound