Water trickles through my toes.
The rush of water whispers in my ears.
Sunlight struggles to make itself seen
Through the dense leaves of the forest.
The rays shine small spotlights on the ground
Their light touches my fingertips
And briefly I feel warm
And happy
And so full and fresh.
I feel as though I could conquer the world
But then it's gone.
The brief, clear moment escapes my grasp
And my fingers are cold,
Untouched by the sun.
I feel so empty
So lost
So alone.
The river is no longer whispering.
It is crying,
Singing a soft tune of sorrow.
What pain has this place endured?
It's beautiful, strong trees
That now wrap me in a blanket,
Guarding me from the deadly rays of light,
Were once delicate, easily bent.
It must have felt it's many siblings
Get trampled by animals
Or devoured by the elements.
This mighty river
Which I can hardly wade through
Was once but a simple stream
That could have easily been destroyed
With a simple log.
Every small plant
May one day be a sort of king to this forest.
I realize that I am no different.
I am but a sapling
A stream
A seed.
So delicate
So fragile.
I am hardly through my journey.
A journey that will never end
Life has given me many opportunities
Which I feel as though I have missed
But there will be many more,
And I will face them
I will succeed.
A gust of wind blows through my hair
It caresses my body.
I feel the fragility in my bones
They are weak.
Still growing.
The leaves part
And I feel the full extremity of the sun
It's intense heat
Feels no worse than sitting by a fire in the winter.
This fullness I felt before will not escape me
And I shall succeed.
Who is to stop me?
No one can but my own mind.
It has held me back with worries.
But what if? It says.
Who cares?
I need confidence and positivity
Or else I will go nowhere.
What else is there to do?
