The Forest holds  

the dreams that confuse and puzzle me,

and nightmares that torture and awake me. 

The Forest holds

victories in this fight against life,

and losses where life wins.

The Forest holds

inspiration for a new book or a picture I wish to take,

and blocks where I can’t think of anything but a blank canvas.

The Forest holds

the hopes I've escaped my own thoughts,

and depression binding me to my evil thoughts.

The Forest holds

the happiness I find in the learning about the sunken ship forgotten at sea

and sadness I find in knowing the friends I’ve lost.

The Forest holds 

 confidence where I think I’ve found the light,

and anxiety where it shows me the darkness lied.

The Forest…

The Forest…

Is a place, no one can go.

Unless.

They’re in my dreams.