In The Woods
A amazing poem by a talented writer.
The woods were my home.
Unfettered freedom there.
Leaping over fallen trees,
Competing with no one but myself.
Running until I was out of breath and gulping-
A fish out of water.
Dreams blown in all directions
like the dandelions I used to scatter.
No time to stop and make sense of them.
A barefoot wanderer searching for God.
Always searching for God.