An Inconvenient Sonnet

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.