The flame

I feel alone

I feel scared and sad

I feel cold and naked but for the dark torn rags I carry more than wear

I feel splinters under my bare feet

This forest turned loud from a darting rain and a freezing wind

Why am I alone

Near or away

Alive or dead

Someone should be here, keeping a warming flame inside my heart

But there seems to be noone here but me 

As much as I want to sit on a jagged rock and call this forest home

I will keep going

Keep hurting

Keep shivering

Because I want to believe

That through the trees between the red eyes of predators

I see a solitary flame

It's inside me