Loving nature, fantasy world

I Have Always Loved the Woods

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The woods have been my sanctuary.

The rain is coming down hard….

Hard, as God is screaming angrily,

Pouring bucketsful of ice to snuff out the fire.

I weep; for I have always loved the woods.

All that is left here are fallen trees, and poison oak and poison ivy

Climbing up any remaining trees.

Somewhere in the sky, sad angels are crying,

The souls they are, of those evil ones that passed away and should be

Burning in hells brushfire.

There are so many of the evil-dead,

There was no room for them.

No one believes in limbo or purgatory –

Heaven or hell, questionable?

I have spoken to dying saints, and have

Walked among the oppressed.

All my days I have walked with the demons that have

Made a nest in my mind.

Once so close to canonization, alas…

Now I have walked through the woods every morning at daybreak.

The storm has taken everything back.

I have always loved these woods,

How I loved (and still love?) them….

How I disdain the reality of civilization of which I have

Always been an outcast?

I could have been a patron saint.

I could have been amongst the weeping angels.

I could have danced with those demons that inhabited my mind.

I don’ know if there is a limbo or purgatory, although

The written word proclaims.

Heaven and hell have seen their better days;

I am locked with in an iron vault-

Do I believe…

I am certain that the universe is a crowded place:

There is no room for me.

Fear and mistrust  have overpowered me-

For that reason I loved those woods.

Rabbits and deer adored me, and the trees, though fallen

Once gave me respite from the penetrating,

Wrathful rays of the sun.

I wander, looking towards the sky past midnight

When stars are glimmering so brightly – I look for another world that

I could adopt as my own,

Somewhere beyond our universe-

From this place I have been ostracized.

I call myself a weeping angel who never found her place-

I have so loved those woods,

No longer a place for a crying soul,

The gates to heaven have been padlocked and keyed-

The woods have always been my heaven-

I have always loved those woods,

How I loved them

How I shall always love them,

Always….

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Claudia Krizay