The Forest

I'm standing here in the middle of the forest

The trees spring up like young children on Christmas morning

The virgin green leaves carrying the same sense of innocence

There's no sound this deep in the bush

Just a broken man kept together by painful memories

Each thought a needle that pierces my skin

Each tear I shed breeds new life in the soil beneath my feet

The tears help the trees grow tall

My tears have imprisoned me here

Falling victim to the solitude that keeps me safe

I reconcile my feelings with the tip of this knife

It's sharp like the memories that pierce my skin

Forgiving like the tears that you shed

Bitter tears for the sake of my lost ways

My thoughts rapid like an angered river

It's hard to escape a guilt that's so persistent

Relentless like waves crashing on the shore

One after another pummeling my self-worth with noticed prejudice

I look up as your voice peeks through the canopy and sheds light on my skin

I feel the warmth of the sun soaking into my pores

Your voice ignites a fire beneath my feet

Finally, I’ve found a way out