The forest stretches far and the trees stretch tall.
The ravine trickles and the wind whispers.
To the unknowing, the trails are hard going.
But to her, habit leads the way forward.
As she walks on, she thinks and she remembers.
Nine. The number that used to overwhelm.
Excluded. For she was one and they were nine.
"That was the past and this is the present"
is what she says now - a conscious reminder.
The winds are now coaxing her confidence,
leading her lovingly to her location.
The trees, weeding out all the bad feelings
as if they were stitching up old wounds in need.
Once there, the ravine commands her to sit
and listen to the sounds that nature surrounds.
Then the wide woodlands ask her: are you glad?