Never fully out of the woods
Always within harm’s grasp
Hungry shadows lurk in corners
Waiting for weary souls to clasp

Is the meadow somewhere near here?
Is the clearing at arm’s reach?
I’ve gone tired of restlessly searching
For this solace I beseech

All I can ask for is a little bit of light
But the trees are far too dense
In this damned life of discontent
Do things ever start to make sense?

The shade is far too suffocating
The cruel cold is seeping in
I long for times of innocence
To feel the sunlight on my skin

The nights go by in stifled screams
But still I try to see the good
And when this world chooses to prove me right
Is the day I’ll finally be out be out of the woods


About Alia Sabino

A free-spirited soul always yearning for adventure and new experiences, she writes to make sense of the world she lives in. When given the choice, she always chooses love, whatever that choice may be.

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