The Way

Strolling through the 

stone pathway in the woods 

someone seems to have lost 

her way. 

She is surrounded by a maze of 

pine and oak trees and a crisp 

scent of the woods after 

a nighttime of heavy rainfall. 

Every so often she becomes 

distracted 

by the crunching of leaves 

beneath her feet and 

her attention is captured 

by the floral beauty she encounters. 

Although she sometimes 

strays off the trail 

she always manages to find 

her way back 

knowing it is a promising path ahead of her. 

She stays driven and motivated and 

eventually reaches her destination. 

She has finally found 

her way 

and maybe one day I will too.

• creative writing
• finding yourself
• nature
• poetry