the woods we did not wander into the woods because there was nothing to fear. we did not create our own path because no one offered their own. we entered the woods, alone, together, because shadows weakened by our number. we went into the woods, uncertain of certainty, because the allure of understanding never stopped growing at our hiking feet. we did not sneak into these woods because our forefathers forbid it. we did not venture into the unknown because what we knew was unfulfilling. we worked through the woods, individually, hand in hand, because strength is created, and strength is lent. we never gave up in the woods, because our story wants for a good ending. -07-31-12- M. L. Michael
the woods
we did not wander into the woods
because there was nothing to fear.
we did not create our own path
because no one offered their own.
we entered the woods, alone, together,
because shadows weakened by our number.
we went into the woods, uncertain of certainty,
because the allure of understanding
never stopped growing at our hiking feet. […]
Every Breath Poetic 