Original—A Twig in the Forest
01.10.2023

I am walking through a forest
It is not your typical forest

It is dark and gloomy
Words once said before

I look up, and tall trunks surround my twig body
I am picked up by a branch, then whipped to another
Back and forth I go
No control in reaching for the ground

My eyes are closed
Mouth is shut tight

I do not know what else to do but remain
F R O Z EN
Everything is happening too fast

In a blink of an eye
I am an adult

With no choice
But to walk through the forest all over again

This time
I bring light to it

This time
I shed the fog

Now
I see clearly

—the end