I am sitting outside of the forest.
I don’t feel like going in
and losing myself within its branches
as it whispered sweet nothings to me.
Instead, I find myself
walking around the edge of the trees,
remembering what it took from me
and what I willingly gave away.
I look up when I see the moon
winking at me through the leaves.
As I walk, the moon moves with me,
giving me light so that I can see in the
darkness. I try to outrun it,
comfortable in with the shadows,
however the moon leads around the trees
until I find a pool of water.
In all of the years I spent in the forest,
I never knew there was a body of water here.
The moon shines down on the grass,
blades so dark they are black.
I sit where the moon shines,
so that I am within the circle of the moon.
Around me, there are flowers growing
within the grass. A breeze moves through the air,
it fills my head with a comfortable whispering.
The moon shifts slightly within the trees
so that it shines upon the water, and I lean forward.
I look at myself, at the lines on my face that mark
the journey I’ve taken to get here to this moment.
Dipping my fingers into the water,
I watch as the me within the water ripples,
and pulls itself back together,
slowly making the cracks disappear
until my reflection is whole again.
I remained there for some time, watching as flowers fall into the water
with the same thing occurring each time,
broken, together, cracked, whole, fractured, complete.
The water reminds me that though things may seem broken within,
I am not within the trees of the forest or lost within myself.
Letting my fingers dip into the waters
one final time, I stand and walk back
in the direction I came.
I walk back towards whatever will come,
knowing that I am ready.
The moon winks at me from within the leaves,
and I know too that this is part of my journey.
I merely need to remember
that the moon and the river are within me
and that this is only part of my journey.
I have so much further to go,
following the light of the moon
so that I can find