Velvet winds soothe my battle scars in the navy blue moonlight,
My feet are enchanted, they keep moving out of wicked spite.
I kneel, letting my bare skin touch a softly frozen heap of snow.
The forest becomes my church, and I’m seated in the very first row.
Curious creatures peak through the branches to catch a glimpse,
Caterpillars and butterfly wings mix with sharp teeth and fins.
And the ground beneath me shakes with a long awaited relief,
Hugging my wounded parts and covering them gently, leaf upon leaf.
Foxgloves ring their bells thrice, the forest echoes their sound.
They search for my soul in all the boxes marked “lost and found”.
One night they will discover it and I will be pushed into the light
But for now the morning wearily calls us as my sanctuary
Vanishes from sight.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 