She cursed you to wander the windiest forests for a decade or two.
The shadows turned you into prey, your guilt turned you ocean blue.
And you might have walked the forest alone if you never met me.
I might have even escaped your bear trap if I was not this petty.
They say tragedy imitates action, oh, but I beg to differ, my dearest.
You begged the forest to swallow me whole when I thought I was fearless.
To my surprise, it listened and made me walk the darkness with you.
She cursed you to wander endlessly,
Never knowing that she has cursed two.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 