Within and beyond the fence.
At the edge of the forest I stand, in part.
Confused by where I stand.
Confused about where I’ve been, and unsure of where I’m going.
Trusting though enough in myself and in life; believing that I am safe and will find my way into the light; be it the open field, where I’m exposed, or through the forest; uncertain and often dark where hope is not a guarantee; where return is not a given.
NOT FOR RANT 