bare-foot on the forest floor
i feel the leaves and dirt
beneath me,
and find solace in the songs
of birds in the canopy
that make me feel less alone.
one foot in front of the other
i walk
step by step,
searching for something
i’m not sure
even exists.
and where on earth
am i meant to go
when there isn’t a map
no destination
nothing to guide me
and nowhere to hide?
who am i meant to be
when i don’t belong
and don’t fit anywhere
and everyone else seems to be
on a different frequency
to me?
what am i looking for
while wandering,
lost
and unsure of who
i even am
or why i’m even here?
when will i know
just what it is
that makes me so
impossibly,
frustratingly
different to everyone else?
i’m alone.
but why am i here?
maybe the meaning is
that there isn’t one,
because this forest shares no secrets
with me.
