It happened so casually this time.
Whenever I walked,
the shadows would follow me.
There are more of them in the sunlight.
I could hear the flutter of birds wings
though there were no birds around me.
When I got home, I was startled to find
that the carpet had been replaced
by a fine layer of grass.
I took a moment to look at the walls
and knew what I would see.
Sunlight filtered through my windows
and cast shadows on my walls.
I could see the trees moving in a breeze
that only I could feel.
I stood looking at the entrance into the forest,
the sway of the trunks and the flutter of leaves,
birdsong filling my mind as a strong breeze blew.
I knew how easy it would be lose myself,
to let the sadness take me,
especially when I had not recognized
the flutter of leaves and birds’ wings
that was within me.
I looked deeper into the entrance of the forest,
tree branches welcoming me,
wanting to wrap me in an embrace
that would not let go.
I had been here before
and I would be here again,
each time I had to look away,
to turn my back on the trees,
the lies that the forest told,
ones of salvation and understanding.
I had to turn away
each and every time.
I had to be stronger than the forest,
the solace it promised.
Looking at my body,
I knew that it had already taken so much
blood from me. I would not give it more.
Letting out a breath
that I had not been aware that I was holding,
I turned my back on the trees of the forest
and the song of false promises
that flew on the back of wings that
were made of shadows.