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my path in the woods comforts

just by stretching out before me -

a softly waiting lover

beckoning me forward,

to the place where things

get better.

here among the trees i am stable

because they are strong

i am golden

because they are green.

the sunken earth gives way,

cradling each step,

holding the print and

keeping the secret of my footfall,

the secret of my tears.

the kinds of birds

my grandmother sometimes sends 

fly across my path,

a distant reminder that somewhere,

i am loved.

and the woods make me worthy,

the leaves steal my sobs,

the dirt absorbs my aching pain.

beneath the boughs,

beside the river

i have hope.