Deep in the heart of a wood,
So dense you can smell the stench of rotting leaves,
Light cannot penetrate the canopy above.
I am alone.
It's dark.
It's cold.
The wind can't make it into the trees, but a chill still settles on my skin.
I feel around my pockets for a torch, or a map. But there isn't one.
There never is.
There's a road nearby.
I used it to get here, but it's lost in the dark.
But I can't see it.
I can't feel it.
I don't remember how to continue,
Or how to find it again so I can keep going.
This road is long,
I get lost a lot.
Sometimes the light pokes through the branches of the trees and shows me the path,
And it's not so hard to see where to go,
Other times, when it's dark, I trip over tree roots till I bleed.
I smell iron,
I'm already bleeding.
Damn.
Tonight I have no need to fight the dark,
So I sit and wait for the dawn.
-Brandolyn
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