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A Walk Through the Woods.

A poet of 14 years. Trying to expand into new territory to see if people can be helped by my words. My goal is to impact positively.


''The landscape was beautiful...''

Each step within the forest crackled.
The burbling of a creek nearby,
reminded me this environment was alive
as was I.

I felt the sensation of wind
blow against my face
and howl around me.

It felt rejuvinating.

Each crack,
each dead leaf
crushing against my shoes,
grounded me in the moment.

You could even hear the whispering of animals,
as if they were secretly having conversations in their own native language.
talking about the strange human they see stravaging.

The landscape was beautiful.

A masterfully painted reality,
meticulously designed by autumn.
I never knew death and dying could be as beautiful as this forest was.

Yet, there it was, in all of its glory.
shedding its skin, preparing for winter.

This environment helped me cope with the loss of you.
And even though I couldn't hold your hand,
or feel your touch,
I felt you leave. I still feel it now.

They say, if you bend a sapling
it'll grow with a dent
as if the tree itself is constantly bracing for impact.

Your death is my dent.