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The Forest

We tasted the ache

like a familiar cocktail,

one we hoped

to never drink again.

We took a branch

that posed a danger

and added more kindling,

looking around for anything that would burn.

We gathered and added

until the branch became a forest

and we couldn’t see through

to the other side.

We felt betrayed

and confused

and didn’t understand how we got there.

We stood on opposite ends of this forest

and felt the weight

of a growing terror.

But at the exact moment

when we reached for a box of matches

to burn it all down,

we remembered that trees have branches

and began to climb.

From the top,

in the clear, crisp air,

we could see

that the forest wasn’t a forest at all

just a few trees

that we could help each other

navigate through.

So we climbed back down

and cleared the weeds

and made a path

and together,

celebrated the trees for what they were

before walking out the other side —

Together.