Lost in your forest of darkness, wandering, wondering:
Is no one going to save you? Perhaps;
For the forest is forbidding, and your cries drowned
in a sea of muddied undergrowth, and fears.
But perhaps, if you looked up, the roots of depression
would vanish into the musty earth,
and the splinters of hope would seep through -
skylights, sparkling through gaps in overgrown treetops.