the forest

A Poem about an individuals inner workings.

My mind is a forest,

Sometimes I get lost there.

Often I feel afraid but cannot call for help.

I like to explain every aspect of the forest,

because when it's understood it becomes less intimidating,

and I feel less cold.

If you followed me into the forest,

No map I could ever make would prove the range & diversity of it's pathways.

I don't think I'd let you in though,

the doors will remain forever closed;

Since this is my forest not yours,

It's my treasure to explore.

Reviews

[Kirsty Anne]

I love this :D it's really nicely written, and it's clear you've put a lot of thought into it. All I'd suggest changing is in the penultimate line where you've written Sine, although I think you meant Since. Other than that, it's a really nice poem :) x

[H]

Thank you! The 'c' key on my computer is slightly sticky... Probably what caused it to creep off the text. :) x