she walks through the forest
clutching her stuffed rabbit
it seems real to her,
it says more than
the dead man on the cross
she's lost her way,
the sky is dark
the trees are tall and
there's no one around
for a million years
she's unhappy,
yet she is not scared.
yet she likes the gripping hands
of the wind around her dress
her rabbit is being suffocated by the
darkness under the trees,
yet she thrives.
he calls out to her for help,
but she cannot do a thing.
only watch.
she looks on in horror,
as each day he wilts a little more,
more and more fur missing
deteriorating
yet she cannot stop walking,
searching for a place to go
a place to know
a place to live in the light
she thinks to herself...
"i've been walking all day, and
i passed by this spot earlier"
it's hopeless, she knows
the rabbit limps away
she breaks down and cries
she gets her knees dirty-
her hands are caked with mud,
dried by the once comforting wind
her hair has come unbraided
she knows no love
she's seen no light
no break of day
"maybe it's night now, the darkest night...
i shall never see stars that shine..."
she cannot move
the murkiness has swallowed her,
the pretty curls, the lacy dress
will never belong to her again.
she has left us
gone to the howling refuge
of the lonely wind.