By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She couldn’t blend in.

She tried.

She covered her face

With forest mud.

She held the leafy tree

Close to her chest.

She couldn’t fit in.

 

The forest knew

She was different

Not a animal.

Not a plant.

Not a native.

No, she couldn’t fit in

Because she wasn’t

Meant to be part

Of this world.

 

And because she wasn’t

Birthed as a forester

Her different presence

Made a vivid shift in the

Otherwise stable atmosphere.

The forest, the plants

The natives all knew.

She was a chaotic force

That changed the energy

Flow with each footprint.

 

She didn’t fit in.

And it was made known

She wasn’t welcome to.

With every moment

Longer in this place

She knew she had to go.

She had to find a place

Where she didn’t need

To pretend or strive

To be any different

Than the beautiful

Creature she was.

Always hope. Always believe.  Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash