you feel storms raging inside so off to the forest you go, chasing wildfires demons calling from the flames within. you’ve fallen to the ground. they whisper lies. this is a battle that you can never win. they remind you of tales, speaking hopelessness and shame. you didn’t mean to give your soul away, but don’t give in. don’t listen this time. you can still fight, still rise with dirt between your toes and ash in your hair. you must stand, turn away from the flames, emerge from the forest a cleansed man and then, only then, can you truly return to me.
