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The Dark Forest
These vines are wrapping around my passing feet,
Keeping each foot tightly to the forest floor.
Too afraid to see if it's making me bleed.
Yet keeping my eyes on the sky is becoming a chore.
As the sun steadily falls past the tallest trees,
I began to feel a sudden relief.
I take my first worrisome look to the dirt.
These vines are retracting to cover,
As if looking for a place to sleep.
So here I am covered in sweat and fear,
Lonely in the middle of these dark tall pines.
Yet suddenly it's never felt so clear,
All I have got to do is fly.
Above this dark forest I soar.
Feeling comfort by the distance between the ground.
Cursing the vines and forest floor.
Running my fingers through each cloud.
