Behind the Tree

Not yet there
A step into the dark
Thoughts run wild
Despair takes hold
Slow morning
And a downward day
The clock is ticking
So much left to do
It is too late anyway
They will never learn
Change is here
Lost.

I can hear your voice.

Inhale.
The cold winter forest air fills my lungs.

Exhale.
I take another step.

A light behind the tree.