The forest conceals truths.
The canopy blocks sun from intruding
personal space;
and the air from freedom.
I soak with sweat
stinging my sliced arms
from razor grass.
My Army Navy Surplus canteen
is almost empty
but I continue
along trails
and off trails
and finding other trails
slipping on moss-covered rocks,
regaining balance after
stutter steps.
I walk for hours
considering
if I should really take my life.
But I can’t get my mind off of you.
[This is #16 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write one poem per day.]
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