The Forest, poetry by Maggie Watson at Spillwords.com
Joshua Woroniecki

The Forest

The Forest

written by: Maggie Watson

 

Like a tree, she has watched many seasons change.
While nature adapts as if oblivious to pain,
her roots now crimson twist with stored emotions.
The rain never cleanses or purifies the leaves.
They only change colour from brown to green.
From the shadows, she must fight to cleave her way back
to the light.
Optical illusions have waylaid her path.
Wasted time has stunted her growth.
An empath absorbs it all until they bleed.
This canopy of suffering is not hers to carry.
From these toxic woods, she has to find a way out.
Life is for walking barefoot in the grass while inhaling
sweet flowers.
In the darkness of the forest, only rotting leaves of the
past exists.

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