The Hut
There was a hut in the woods
Guarded by trees reaching the sky
Decorated by the flying leaves
Tidied by the wind dancing around
I tried to reach it
I tried to catch it
And every time I got closer
It ran far far away
I thought I could find answers
I thought I'd find myself
I thought the fog would clear
I thought the blindfold could be taken off
But all I saw
Was a blurry version of me
Confused, Angry and Sad
Holding spears and arrows
Holding myself back
No it wasn't a mirror
She stood in front of me
In a warm room
In the hut in the woods
I could hear the stream and I could hear the rain
It was vivid
Too vivid
Almost nightmarish
Almost real
She had the same face
The same expression
The same dressing
And the same thoughts
Yet she stood there
All fierce and fearless
Just like the storm outside
She told me
"This place no longer suits you,
Leave
For this hut doesn't hold the answers
You need"
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