Forest Therapy

Returned to the wooded place I shed tears where speaking out loud without any fears had no shame or guilt attached to the spew birds deer fairies fae gathered by the few looking on from afar allowing my release so I can continue my self-healing in peace it was therapy for my soul without any pay evaluating how far I have come along today sound of an ovation of clapping oak leaves spiders appeared showcases web weaves feeling appreciated never a moment before time to leave because there's more to explore this wooded place I will never ever forget remembering it will be my perfect outlet arrived with pain left with tremendous grace how could I ever forget this imperfect place