Reaching In

 By Zerind [CC0], from Wikimedia Commons

By Zerind [CC0], from Wikimedia Commons


Last updated April 6, 2018

I left, then returned. But the trees remained and remembered my story. Now, they will guide me on the soul's new journey. It won't be easy.


Ah, you're back I see.

We knew you'd return from chasing one last cameo, 

one final costume to mask the pain;

fleeing from self because playing a part is so much easier,

so much simpler than not knowing.

 

But we kept your memories safe.

And now with outstretched arms our limbs embrace,

our gnarled branches reach into the soul of this woman-child;

the cloak falls away.

Now we begin—

 

By Laura Routh, ©2017