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.