Into the woods

Shame is the enemy you were never meant to find 

But yet you seek his door at every slight inconvenience

You say yours needs are too heavy for your lover to carry, you do them a favour and disappear into the quiet of the night  

You say this is what you deserve - make judgments without a jury of your peers 

You banish yourself into the woods, follow his piercing whispers until you find him outside his old wooden house 

Made of poplar- flimsy, soaking up rain, fixing the leaks with more poplar and balsa 

he turns to see you, his grin nearly ripping apart his leathery skin.

"Welcome" he says. you go in. 

You banish yourself into self inflicted isolation, he becomes your only friends.

Pries on your worries says the world is ending, tells tales of the ones who came before you who tried and failed in the world, he's persuasive. 

The sun herself never seems to shine through in these deep parts of the woods so you stay with him.

And as days turns to weeks and weeks to months and months turn to years, you become like him, he grows older, one day he dies you bury his body in the sands, you don't shed a tear- his voice lives loudly in you. 

And so your days go by

You knock down poplar trees instead of running into the embrace of trying lovers and diving into the beauty and fears that come with being seen, forgetting that you make the waters living, who told you love was your feet sturdy to the ground. 

But you stay out there - Your skin turns leathery, becomes too hard for a friend to touch

Who told you love solely anchors you? 

So you stay out there in the woods 

Your feet deep in the earth 

Shame is the enemy we were never meant to find 

A distant relative but yet we seek his door at every inconvenience.