With the thoughts of my blistering pain.
My soul scarred with new wounds,
I seek to escape the madness.
My thoughts driving me wild,
I lose my sense of peace.
I wander around seeking advice.
Madly walking around without a destination,
I came across these tall trees.
The trees speak to my inner self,
Like the wise old soul thats seen plenty of broken wandering souls pass.
They gather around me like a council of wise courtier to its king.
Listening without judgment,
shading me from the worlds spears for a brief moment,
Hugging onto my soul,
Speaking to me gently and firmly.
"Friend these are growing pains,
Pains of you shedding the old and coming across the new.
It's never ending until you're dust and buried with us shadowing you.
Embrace this life and It'll reward by embracing you."
I feel them smile at me,
I feel rich with my pockets full of wisdom i need,
I carry on with a fresh perspective,
Regaining a sense of peace.