The Wilderness
16 August, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Running through the wilderness
I seek answers I will never find
Beasts of the unknown await
In the shadows, they lurk
Watching for a moment of weakness
Waiting till my courage faulters
I watch the beauty of the trees
Knowing they mask the secrets
Whispering amongst themselves
Perhaps laughing at my attempts
Do they know?
Why won't they speak to me?
Tell me what I long to hear.
Tell me I am just being foolish
Something to ease my mind.
But instead they say nothing
I pause and rest knowing I am watched
Judged by the unseen eyes as they wait
I will not faulter
Regaining strength from my rest
I follow my calling
To search out the answers
That are there in the wilderness
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Martin Vann (171.75.206.199) -- Monday, August 18 2003, 03:22 pm Becky, Amazig how beautiful a forest trail can be, yet, lonely, and sometimes scary, wehn you walk in the wilderness alone. Enjoyed the poem and can relate. Don't forget, there are also warm and friendly eyes watching over you as you walk the wilderness trails. MartinV |
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