In search of a new perspective, a retrieve.
I'm one with the trail, high and low, it weaves.
Underdressed-run forward in the shade, breathe.
Golden, green, brown, trees, cold ears, dry leaves.
Up and up-escape the anxiety.
A new view, the same patterns, repeating.
There is consistent lack in clarity.
Directions guide to someone suffering.
Embarrassed, caught, I worried as I pass.
He tells me, cross a bridge, then take a left.
Overthinking-not present on the path.
Going the wrong way, I'm lost, now distressed.
Yearning. An experience nonetheless.
Writing. Feels free. The true release of stress.