I’m inside a forest

Been here before

Yet this isn’t serene

With peeks of sunlight

Through maples and pine

This one

Dark and scary contains the evils

My childhood remembers

You know

Quiet nights in my room

Hearing footsteps

Along the hallway

Not knowing

Or wondering

If they existed

Or was my heart pounding

With a certain fear

That memory

–

And tonight

Well that beat

That rhythmical pattern

Is present

As I imagine what lies ahead

What needs will arise

As I step gingerly through the brush

Not sure of my footing

And knowing that time before

Cannot be returned

And I adjust

Looking for a new path

Some guided tour perhaps

An acceptable journey

Without anxiety

No fear

Just quiet roads of thought

–

The forest is dark in a cavernous way

When logic has left an ocean surround.