On the covered and obscure overgrown path I stood, when the dark wood came to impede my way. The weighty stones before me lie, keeping me bewildered and firmly at bay. ~ How will I manage to continue along, when all seems pointless to fully carry on? And how will I deal with the trauma of anguish, as I perceive the journey to be possibly gone? ~ The trees then seemed to whisper as I stood beneath on moist ground. Said 'Behold, thy hindered path before thee only seems unnervingly bound'. ~ The crescent moon above me with its quaint sliver so bright, said to my soul not to tarry but be determined and carry on toward the light. ~ The forest continued to beckon and wisely told me so, 'Keep keeping on, as only obstacles will help thy soul to progress and to grow'. ~ O' how wise are the wood spirits of flora and fauna that know the confused mortal's trail. For they know how to reveal their forest secrets, with its magical touch and tale. ~ 'Only patience and toil will land thee there, while struggling about in the dark of its time. For with courage, preserving and carrying on, thy journey will once again shine.'
~ written by Arlene
