Slowly
I make my way out of the forest
with my two feet
braver each step.
When I look back
my eyes cannot believe
the growth of the thicket
whose roots and tendrils inch reaching
towards me.
I could let the brush pull me back,
and the leaves and thorns
could wrap themselves
around my body
and trap me there.
Behold! My strength!
As I grow wiser
I go reaching for the light
and freedom.

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