not getting better
not getting worse
I’m alone in a forest without a path
sometimes the sun breaks through the roof of leaves
banish the shades of my face
light me up
let me float through the warmth
sometimes the wind blows
and even with the sun it’s cold
it fools me
tells me there is no sun
sometimes there is no forest
there are only trees
sometimes even the trees flee
leaving me
on a clearing
sometimes the trees are running towards me
want to catch me
sometimes I feel the rain
giving the trees water
let me freeze
sometimes you are there
let me forget the forest
let me hide in a cover
sometimes you’re watching
stand aside
not even yelling
not telling me you’re there
sometimes I want to give up looking
searching for a path
give in
lay down
shut my eyes
close in
it’s not changing
only I change
the forest into a hayfield