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The Woods

I pause at the edge of the woods not knowing what I'd find on the other side...

By Krysha ThorpPublished about a year ago • 2 min read
The Woods
Photo by Norbert Buduczki on Unsplash

At the edge of a deep, dark wood

I waited, stopped and I stared .

For hours and hours I stood

wondering... why was I scared?

*

Should I dare myself to walk in?

Should I take that chance?

It only took one step to begin...

I looked ahead, a nervous glance.

*

What awaits me in the dark?

Is it worth this risk I take?

Fingers grasp desperately at bark...

Someone tell me what's at stake.

*

I take a shaky step, my shoe

filled with stones from past roads.

My feet aching, scarred, it's true.

Despite it, taking on more loads.

*

The shadows of the woods, cool

after the heat of a parched desert.

Flowers as bright as jewels

and a fading of the hurt.

*

I take off my shoes and socks

Walk barefoot through cool, damp moss.

A wonder at not feeling rocks...

my ball and chains I toss.

*

Faster I walk, starting to run,

the freedom to be me

through the trees, to feel the sun,

and the need to just be.

*

Running, humming, echoes from above ,

I see you ahead of me, standing.

The glow of life, of love ,

pulling me closer, arms reaching.

*

My heart soars, I run faster ,

reaching for you, your arms, your lips...

trees pass by in a green-gray blur

as a branch catches my shirt and rips.

*

I smell the salt, hear the crashing waves.

The woods thin, moss turns to sand.

I'm covered in dirt, clothes tattered, grave

My Love, you're there, in the surf you stand.

*

At last, I reach you, your arms around my waist,

our lips meet for a warm, slow kiss .

We twirl in the water, no more haste...

through the woods, I've found true bliss.

*

One last look at where I've been ...

memories fading in the soft light of day .

I've dreamed of the day when -

when I'd have only one thing to say.

*

I've got nothing to hide,

I'm yours, all yours.

Let's dance in the tide

and set sail a new life... here, I found the oars.

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About the Creator

Krysha Thorp

Welcome to my little corner of Vocal! I've been a copywriter for many years after earning my BA in English and Creative Writing. I'm now back to the fun stuff, enjoing short fiction and poetry. You can find me on Facebook!

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    Written by Krysha Thorp