Photo Credit: Sasha Fleming
by Kristy Gherlone
Into a wild forest ragged and sharp,
A tormented mind with thoughts so unsweet.
Making her way to ascend the escarp,
To hasten a day a future won’t meet.
The air sweetened by raspberries and pine,
Past crystal waters raging swiftly rushed,
A small child traveled, unseen, not a sign,
On that mountain, followed quietly hushed.
Aloft, head laid stones, greened softly of moss,
Ending a life of unbearable loss.
And sun, beginning to set on the wild,
Only then did she happen to see her poor child.
The waning view of fir waves and lake,
Morning will find neither one to awake.
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