Lost
Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail had always been my goal
but unrealistically couldn't eviscerate the rough terrains soil
I had hiked off the beaten path to obtain some privacy
curious I looked around for a thick bush or a hidden tree
finally crouching down I let all my inhibitions go
as I watched the steady stream of pent up urine flow
Disoriented I looked to my right and my left
as the scarlet ball in the sky was about to set
my mind became a vortex of worried thoughts
wondering what had happened to the compass I had bought
On a whim and a prayer I tried to call home
but being in the deep woods there was no signal for cell phones
with dusk enveloping my environment I took out my trusty flashlight
wondering if I should venture further left or to the right
As I walked I heard in the distance a coyote let out a wild cry
as I thanked God for the flashlight and the full moon in the sky
thick branches of pine trees molested my passing form
as I found a clearing and set up camp while waiting for dawn
I tossed and turned nervously and let out many sighs
and heard eerie noises while sleep did tantalize
finally nodding off from exhaustion I woke up to sunrise
packing up my gear to go on my back for another ride
Hiking for what seemed like miles I heard a blessed noise
and going in that direction I spied two teenage boys
who helped me get back to the AT which I thought would be so much fun
and while driving back to civilization still proud I had taken the plunge.
6-19-18
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2018
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