The woods

 by Kristina Mahr

Surviving

Someone asked how I survived it,

and I said,

I haven't yet.

I walked your path with you

for so long,

and I am still trying

to find my way back to mine.

This part is unpaved,

uncharted,

compasses don't work in here.

I am still in the woods,

but sunlight is leaking

through the leaves,

it's not just dark all the time anymore.

I have not survived it, 

no,

but I am every day

surviving it.