Foreclosure and Woods

Foreclosure and Woods she stumbles on her roots and cannot see the tree for the forest a wall of internalized obstacles and overgrown socialized seeds obstructs her vision as she licks her sorrowed wounds after the fall Pink Floyd in her mind ‘don't need no education or thought control’ her life has been an assault course and she reaches all those partitions dividing preventing and not seeing the bigger picture in her underbrush she remembers the jungle gym when she was too clumsy as a child the mocking of the fit youngsters decrying her weight and physique always a detail person she never saw the bigger picture and fell into her own thick undergrowth and hid from life whenever she could now she was in the woods of contempt and wolves and her grandma wished her red riding hood was a thinking cap made out of dreams ‘when I grow up I should swim with dolphins instead maybe there is a lake must be hidden behind wooden canopies for the path is muddy’ who planted those trees and why are they insurmountably hiding my own aspirations under the cover of indoctrination and parental control she weeps and decides she must marry her pain to a kind tree surgeon 'at least I am firmly grounded and dizzying heights are out of my reach' 07th October 2020