Here I Am Safe

It's like an enchantress

Skipping through the forest

The trees bow before me

The soft leaves curling around my fingertips

Begging me please don't go

And they shield me

Lead me on no manmade path

But they do not take away the sky

Because the blue freedom on crystal clouds

Is like a diamond in the rough

They sigh as the orange color

Sprouts like miniature wild fires

Clashing with the ever green

Speaking of different days

But not sad days

Or angry days

Not even happy days

Just days

Because the forest is emotionless

There are dark shadows here as well

But they are not to be feared

They represent the calling of time and mystery

And they look on at me

The hounds of the shadows

But they do not thirst for blood as they would on another day

Their shining midnight eyes

Are curious as they watch me

I am their Queen

The forest is mine and yet it is not

But here I am safe

And safety is all I could ever ask for

I suppose some would say

I am cradled by God

But God is silent

I do not know what holds me

Only that I am safe here

And the trees lead me to the edge

Of the cliff

Where I am high above the world

Here

Here

It's like a song building on my tongue

But I say nothing so as not to disrupt the silent wind

Wrapping around me

Calling my name

Here I am Queen of Everything

Not there in reality

Not there in a fantasy

But Here

Where a drop of Heaven touches Earth

Letting you taste just a drip of

Hope

The Elixir of Life

So you can carry on

And it is Here I come to rest

At last

I take a step

Teeter on the edge

And fall

But not to Earth

Not to death

I am so high above everything

That I simply fade away

Become part of the wind

I am still alive

Just on another plane

Of existence.

A/N: Oh "Say what?!" you ask. I'm a poet now? Psshhh, aren't I amazing? I'm totally kidding folks. I don't do poetry. It's never been my thing. I'm more like:

"Mass destruction of the world! Hero is born from ashes! Yeah! Crime fighting! Butt kicking! Adventure time! Woooooo! Monsters! Dragons! Pirates! Oh my!"

Yeah, none of this deep philosiphical crud that I have spontaneously uploaded. Seriously, can this even be considered poetry? I dunno.

All I know is that I was literally thinking this just the other day while on my family vacation. We were on the shores of Lake Superior and it is so beautiful up there, guys! Let me tell you! If you get a chance to go there someday, take it!

As I was staring at the forests and listening to the wind these thoughts just started coming to me and I literally thought all of this guys! I'm not even kidding! So i quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and just started writing. I wasn't even trying it was just coming out.

And I guess I'm sort of expressing some of my emotion in here. The whole God shindig. I really don't know if there is a God. Maybe there is and maybe there isn't. Maybe he just is indifferent. Anyway. I'm not here to bash anyone's religion. I'm just sort of confused as to what I believe in at the moment.

And in the forest up there, I don't know if it was God, but I felt utterly safe. Like I was in a state of rest. And it felt wonderful since for the past half of a year I've been hit with a lot of anger, resentment and sadness, and it felt so wonderful. The feeling was just utter peace and I felt safe for the first time in months and it was great.

And the part about me jumping off a cliff, no, don't worry I wasn't thinking about suicide. I've always longed to fly and in these words I'm expressing that longing to just leap off of a cliff and soar and just disappear on the wind, know that it will catch me.

The part on me being the queen of the forest and the hounds salivating for blood...that can be taken one of two ways I think.

The first way, I was mostly thinking of my fantasy stories. How I am currently designing this world for my non fan fiction story and I was just thinking about how when I stand in this forest I feel like I'm in my story far away from reality but still connected somehow. And since I created it, I am Queen. And the vicious monsters in my story won't hurt me because they know I'm only like a spectator and still hold power over the world I created.

Holy crap! It's late, I'm tired and tell me that paragraph above didn't just make me sound like I should be chucked in the loony bin!

The second way you could take that would be like: "Oh the skeletons in my closet don't bother me anymore. I'm overcoming my fear and anxiety."

Ughhgnjfngjf

Yeah, just...just yeah. I'm done here guys.

More stories coming soon. Didn't want to write much on my vacation. It's vacation. Come on! Oh and there was that teensy problem that my computer crashed from some virus...but you know...nothing big *sarcasm*

Later guys ~ Eventhorizon6