The dark beckons menacingly,
Trees intimidate with their size,
The quiet noises of the woods are so loud
I can hear myself breathing heavily, I think I am lost.
I AM AFRAID
But then, I see some light
The moon is visible like a ray of hope
Sensing my hesitation, lighting my way,
I can feel my breath again and I see the trees in a new light
The trees look protective instead
I FEEL HOPEFUL
The momentary fear of being lost around structures tall and lumbering in the darkness that can cause one to be afraid. The ending, full of hope and the rekindling of hope that light can always be found somewhere if one maintains hope. Beautifully written.