Lost and found … by VJ Knutson
Fallen limbs and pathless woods
no obstacle for a wild child
left to her own devices,
searching for a self.
Only with age, and sprouting
curves, did I learn to be afraid
of shadows, that the woods
equated with wolves and lurking
And that abandoned places
house evil – held captive there
just this side of adolescence –
lost all that innocence gifts
Still I go to the woods –
stick to the well worn paths –
like to reminisce about old times,
invite that wild child along.
(Inspired by Reena’s Exploration challenge: “This is where I lost myself … this is where I found myself.” Images from personal collection.)
