• Running into the forest,
    Like running into the heart,
    Both inevitably deep and dark,

    The forest letting you lose yourself,
    Unsure which way is home,
    All angles leading to dead ends,

    Trees growing from love,
    Trees dead and decaying from loss,
    Trees chopped with opportunities forfeited,

    A forest creating a double meaning,
    But also giving me sanctuary,
    A forest deep and dark, and mine.