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.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash