I am sorry you got lost

that you pulled your car over

on the side of the highway, got

lured into my luscious green forest,

found yourself on unmapped trails.

I’m sorry that beyond these trees,

you did not know there was an unforgiving

sinkhole, that the ground would require

more than just feet.

 

you are stuck and I am stuck in my ways

of push and pull, of found and

unfound, of always seeking.

 

I was raised by wolves but still,

I have predators. Until I leave

no stone unturned I am no queen in

this wooded life. I am still searching

for my pedestal.