So, a bit of a backstory for this poem! I was doing homework for my classes in my dorm room (the same assignments I have each week), and I had decided to roll up the window blinds to let in some sunlight right before it went down. The routine of waking up, doing schoolwork, eating at some point, and then going back to sleep just to do it all over again was getting to me. There are times where I just wanted to hop on a train to go anywhere because I felt trapped in this routine. Obviously with no ride to the nearest train station (and no money to pay for a ticket), I can't do that. So, the next best thing was to let in some light and take a break from my laptop screen. Staring outside my window at the multitude of trees for a while, I shifted my focus to them and what ideas or thoughts I could conjure up, not looking for anything in particular.

That's when my imagination kicked down the door barring me in my own head. The scene of a girl who found herself lost in woods unknown to her, barefoot in a flowing dress, and speaking to the elements around her as if they could understand.

As the day slowly descends into dusk,

I find myself in quite a rush

Alone, trying to find home

in the thick of woods

Their barks guide me along my journey

But there were the occasional sly ones,

sticking out their feet to trip me

The moon shines as bright as the North Star,

providing some clarity to my unintended mind

Such uneven ground to dance upon that I wish I wore proper shoes

The branches dance anyway, they can only sway and jump

What wind could make me do that

All it does is make me shivering cold

I hear whispers of movement and without inhibition,

I release my thistles and identity once known as pappus

They become my source of light, little fireflies

Leading me home in the dead of night