Woods
I've gone toThe depths
Of the woods
To find myself
If I should not
Return,
Then my task
Is still left
Unfulfilled,
If years should
Pass,
Not a footstep
Heard,
Nor hide or
Hair of me
Seen,
Don't send anyone
For all they
Shall find is
That I
Have grown old
And wise,
Knowing about
All that is
Around me,
But not of
What is truly
Myself,
Here on my
Tree stump,
They will find
A smiling old
Woman,
Still years too
Green to understand
What those
Before and
Those that
Will come
After, Have
Tried to,
Ourselves.
~Kaitlin Platti~
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