Lost in the Woods

I’ve always wanted to be someone people can look up to

But when trouble rears its ugly head, I can’t do anything but watch

Even still I involve myself in others’ problems, both hers and his

Hoping to be the light that guides the lost out of the woods.

Though I’ll gladly help until I’ve had my fill,

and things seem to be looking up,

I could offer my hand, but others refuse to come with,

leaving me cold and alone, inside the icy snow.


Golden Shovel inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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