Destination Unknown...

Back to the beginning,
before I was hurt,
cut,
before I knew what flowed under my skin.
Each breath was free,
unburdened.

I see my past now as a forrest,
dead trees scattered throughout.
I walk by.
The new trees with their fresh bark and scent of pine remind me of who I really am.
Remind me that there's a place beyond,
where I don't have to hold still and walk in straight lines.
Where white picket fences don't exist, and we're not all so trained,
not to find,
meaning.