There is a light in the forest.
I’m called there in my dreams
and I can see the light
glowing like a star
within the trees.
I try to follow it,
but it avoids me,
zipping deeper and deeper
into the trees
that have taken so much from me.
I follow after it and the light
dances away from me.
I am almost upon it
when I slip around a tree
and see a cave I never noticed before.
I step into the cave with caution,
knowing what these trees took from me.
Will the cave be more of the same?
My blood already runs from the leaves,
I don’t want to sacrifice myself to stone.
As I step into the cave,
the light disappears,
its job done.
I take a cautions step and more light
begins to shine from within,
welcoming me forwards.
I take another step
and I find myself within a garden
that I have never seen before.
There are flowers here
of ever kind, and some that
I have never seen before.
There is a light coming
from the flowers and they fill the cave,
going beyond what my eye can see
or comprehend. There is a path here,
and I walk upon it, listening
to the hum of the light.
I marvel that the dark forest
could contain so much beauty
within it. Such a thing
does not seem possible,
and yet here I am,
looking at a forest of flowers
and different plants,
each of them blooming from a seed
that was planted during
my darkest time. I know that
as I approach the changes that are coming
on the wind, faster than time can move,
that I will find myself within the forest again.
As much as I try to stay away,
it calls me back in, whispering to me
from within the darkness.
Only, this time it will be different.
I will follow the light
that waits for me at the edge of the forest
and follow it to this cave
until I know the path by heart.
I will walk along the path,
looking at the beauty I have grown
when I was at my lowest.
Looking at the flowers and the plants
within the cave, I wonder
what I will plant now?
I find myself at the centre
of the path and I find a small shoot
growing at the centre of the cave.
It’s a small tree that has been able
to grow up through the soil, it’s branches
shine softly. I sit down gently
on the floor of the cave.
Looking at the tree,
I wonder what fruit it will grow
and how I will grow along