Found my Way?

Having found my way,

sometimes wonder if I saw that tree before,
Circling upon myself.

The woods are dark,
sometimes wonder if I should light a fire,
Illuminating acceptance.

Around and around,
Sometimes lost sometimes found,
But always woods walking.

Never give up, never give up looking
For the trail..
For the trail that ends complete.

©2005 Carol McFarland. Used with permission.