The Forest

There's a place I go where no one else can go.
A place I and only I can be.
A place I want others to come with me to.
But either they don't care to come,
or they don't know the way.
A place I can't escape,
my feet are like roots in the ground.
for this reason I don't want to leave either,
its the only place I am truly connected to.

The Forest is a secret,
only the lost seem to find themselves here.
But finding ourselves was never the problem,
finding others always has been.
No one wants to be rooted here alone,
but that's the only way you connect to it.
No one walks into the forest as if journeying there.
You run into the forest,
because somehow in your fleeing,
you lose your way.

The Forest is formed of trees, your forgotten hopes.
Creatures who lost their tongues for speaking,
they have not spoken to another who could understand them in ages.
It is always perpetual night.
There is an unaffectionate chill here,
you only feel it when you ask not to.
And the rain...
everything here fears the rain.
It falls like sleet;
It melts away the old trees like acid.
It cuts through your hide made of scars and wisdom.
makes you shiver like a child again.
It peels away what's left of any tattered clothes.
You are naked here, always.
The Forest is unforgiving,
but the forest is who you are inside.
It is the one place you can never escape,
you can never run from.
It's no wonder, no one wants to come with me.