22 / Into the woods (#escapril)

thought is like the wood

in some little red tale:

dangers lurk within it

malicious and bloodthirsty

ready to consume you whole

but then again,

one cannot survive without

going into the wood

for there one finds sustenance

roam, then, into the woods

of your pernicious thought

sit in the quite of their looming trees

carefully pick the berries you will eat

and touch no more than

what is safe to touch

grandma once said:

the sunnier a place you find

the more the shadows that it hosts

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22 / Into the woods (#escapril)