If a tree falls in the forest
Does it make a sound
If I scream in the night
Does anybody listen.
I’m hoarse.
If I don’t remind the universe
Of my existence
Will it remember
The little girl in the forest
Who is still there.
Maybe if scream louder.
Maybe I don’t want to be found
And rescued
Like every time before
When one of you came
And carried me off to the sunset
Until the next sun would rise
And I would leave
Because I was scared.
I was meant to live in the forest
Where I can get my hands dirty
Run free
No hands around me
I like the silence
I really don’t mind.
But if I scream in the night
Will it make a sound
And echo like the owl’s mournful cry
Or the wind and the waves
Or will there be
Silence.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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