No longer
Too long caught
in the woods by
clawing thorns
that scratch
insistent messages
that confirm
their catch
and say
there is no way
through,
I close my eyes
and feel my sense of
who I am and
where I am dissolve
and make the space
that loosens
clawing thorns’ grip
until
there is only
empty air and
in the air a scent
of grass that I know
only grows
in the clearing
in my heart,
and I don’t even need
my eyes to open
to see
that I am there
and I am free and
that the forest
that I thought
I was caught in
has no hold on me.
No longer