The Dark Woods

Updated on September 11, 2017

I've come to an opening. This place is beyond the dark woods where I have been lost.

This place is under the open sky, where the breeze can be felt. This place is good. It is of light and life. Here things can grow and become something.

The woods were stifling. The overgrowth strangled my hope of seedlings taking root. The air was stale and angry, old and dull.

I wish never to go back there.


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