Lost in the woods.
Amongst the shoulds and coulds.
Find a way out.
Channel the inner boy scout.
Easier said than done.
When you don’t know where you’ve begun.
Every path looks the same.
Like a repeated place name.
Its a numbers game.
Trying to reclaim the shame.
Only myself to blame.
Wasn’t paying any mind.
To the well defined path.
Now I feel the wrath.
Of my inner turmoil.
Of being lost in the soil.
Of having to toil
amongst the mold and twigs.
Moss and shadows.
No one knows.
I’m here.
Lost in the woods
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