Submitted this one to a poetry contest in January, but still another month til the results come back! I'm trying to wait patiently.... It's an extended metaphor, the poems about anything that helps you escape reality. Escaping can seem like a good thing, but it's all in the point of view. Going into the darkness might seem like a good thing to you, when in reality it's not a good thing to leave reality, and people will always try to bring you out of the darkness.
Do the woods call to you, too?
I can hear the whispers
of a hundred trees who reach for me,
begging me to join them in the shadows,
offering me security from the light.
I step closer, knowing they will protect me.
It hurts when the sun does dance through the canopy,
with a flash bright enough to blind,
bright enough to make you fear the light.
Do the woods entice you, too?
It goes beyond just whispers.
Trees reached for me with their spindly fingers
and I can hear them snap when they catch me
but I’m filled with relief to be in their arms.
Here’s a place, despite the dark,
where I feel safe, hidden away
and wonder how I ever survived in the light.
Do the woods shelter you, too?
The whispers are so much clearer now
when I’m up here among the leaves
who have so many interesting things to say.
They breath-whisper in my ear
to convince me that they’ll guard me,
and keep me safe from hunters and passers- through,