The Woods

to identify another person whose name sits on the very tip of your tongue, but just can't seem to remember. We often describe the characteristics they are most known for having.

in this case, I wrote this poem about a woman who I would describe to you as a planner, 

someone who plays it safe, taking zero risks

phrases such as; go with the flow was not her M.O., not in the slightest. 

Upon making her long list of  carefully thought-out plans, finding herself lost in the woods,  certainly wasn't one of them

I never get lost I have never been lost. Yet Here I am Lost, in a place unknown Crunch! Crack! Such sounds indicate I'm here,not alone squawk hiss, cheep nature's sweet tone not so sweet Hearing a ping Hearing the ring of somebody's phone Drip from above Drop down below soil wet from the rain footsteps squelch and approach The voice of a stranger They Croak out hello. Although scared, my fears pop I'm a chattering drone The plop of a tear in my eyes clearly show I say Please can you help me? Find my way home My first time that ive prayed, since being this grown My first and last time, in the woods and its zone