• Out of the woods

    Deep, deep in the woods
    is where I was left
    A remote part of the forest where you can only hear whispers
    but not make out the words

    A dense canopy overhead
    Not a ray of light would dare travel so far or so low
    as to find me

    I knew I wasn’t alone
    but I felt so far from where the people were living
    in quaint little houses
    Civilized
    Together with their put-together families

    There I stood
    eyes wide
    sensing danger around each corner
    I’d be eaten if I stayed still much longer
    Sure, it would be an easier route out of here
    And yet, if I had to choose to eat or get eaten
    I wouldn’t become someone’s meal
    to be chewed on and spit out

    When you lose one of your senses
    you aren’t left defenseless
    Because, you see, the others wake up out of sheer necessity

    Would you be surprised if I told you
    the first one I leaned into
    was touch?

    When felled trees were left to rot
    they became the deadwood I stepped over
    never to meet again

    I learned to feel for the trees with sturdy roots
    standing firmly
    Their branches greeting and guiding me
    to the next

    The forest was full of chatter
    Too loud
    It felt deafening

    Every wild animal, it seemed, had something to say about me
    “You’re wrong,” I said, at once
    Startled by the sound of my own voice
    It sounded louder than it ever had before
    Stronger
    Less shaky
    And that’s when they quieted down and
    allowed me to hear my inner teacher instead

    I’d like to say I stumbled upon some wild berries to munch on
    But I wasn’t hungry
    never hungry
    until
    from the distant houses
    came the perfect breeze
    The smell of bread baking
    coffee brewing
    made by those perfect people I imagined in their perfect little houses

    However, as I inched closer
    their words become more distinct
    and they weren’t always happy, or perfect, but had real conversations
    I could hear their loss and regret and heartache

    They were just like me
    I wasn’t proud to be eve’s dropping
    But I knew then I wasn’t alone
    People everywhere in all the houses are struggling
    Like me

    And so I became hungry for life again
    I looked up, eyes forward, instead of behind me
    where I could finally see one ray at first, then another, and another
    A well-lit path away from past darkness