Forest Reflects
And in that silence, I heard myself.
The forest doesn't fix you.
Reflects if you let it.
Holds up the mirror,
beneath exhaustion.
Back to the woods, full of grief.
Not the loud kind, buried kind.
Trees didn't ask me to explain.
Stood there, still and vast and whole.
Started standing taller beside them.
Healing isn't always upward.
It spirals, it sinks.
Rests in leaf litter and lichen,
Quietly realize alive is enough.
The forest said nothing.
And in that silence,
I heard myself.
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