Lessons from the Forest

I walk into the forest wishing I could become so still, longing to grow roots, tendrils reaching deep into the earth.

A wound told here does have discrete edges and how I long for this - to close off an injury, build walls of protection, and grow ever onward, in a new direction without ever looking back.

I take my lessons from the forest, knowing deep down underground, there is still a need for connection despite these solitary appearances.

I am built of different dust, my edges don’t seal, my scars still weep water-thin sap…

But I too, try to grow ever onwards.

- Shaely