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