The forest is filled with magic

Branches of trees dance in the wind

Leaves sing the lyrics of nature

Trees smile as we enjoy

Balsam fir, poplars, beech

Have medical purposes

We can't imagine

Soothes the mind

Bleeding stopped

Vitamins given

Each step forward

Breath deep close your eyes

Let nature refresh your mind

The path before me I see

I've traveled this path by walking

In valleys of woe and hilltops of joys

The path before me I see

Trails behind me

The terrain I could not change

The path before me I see

Now I face a mountain

There is no way around it

The path before me I see

I'll start at the bottom

Slip and stumble some to thinner air

The path before me I see

I've never climbed a mountain

I plan but I still make mistakes

The path before me I see

Character capability challenged

Gut wrenching effort sweat and tears

The path before me I see

Looking down a sunshine lit

Slow decline on the path of the rest of my life

Lost in the woods

Each step fearful

The wolf lurks

Waiting to pounce

Hot breath heard

Shivers arise

Cannot run

For fright has tied

And strangled my being

Mama. The other half of me.

My common sense,

The one who sees

When I, Amethyst, is dense.

Conversations between she and I

Is a sign I am depressed.

She knows and sighs

As I choke downs emotions unexpressed.

Mama: Amethyst... Why hide behind a painful mask?

Amethyst: So no one hears my sorrowful cries.

Mama: But you're going to make yourself sick with this dreadful task...

Amethyst: Mama.. A part of me each day breaks and dies.

Mama holds me as she sees the happiness break,

As I emotionlessly stare into the deep dark abyss.

Seeing the scars that took years to make

From the darkness destroying the joy I miss.

So Mama just to be clear

YES I,M (not) FINE.

Watch me smile, while my makeup smear.

All because my depression is not your burden but mine.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

I am.

Leaves rustling, crunching, floating.

Stems growing, stretching, thriving.

Worms eating, digging, squirming.

Ants building, creating, moving.

Shrooms decomposing, renewing, dispersing.

I am the grass reaching higher and higher.

I am.

Sun warming, waking, setting.

Waves crashing, pulling, wearing.

Streams rushing, taking, giving.

Moon rising, glowing, waning.

I am the stars twinkling boldly and brightly.

I am.

Birds flying, chirping odes.

Lakes thawing, changing form.

Flowers blooming, colorful aromas.

I am the fields swaying, radiant gold.

A world spinning interminably.

A universe vastly undiscovered.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

“I AM,” I long to scream into that void. I imagine my voice echoing back to me as a sign that I am contained. But no, I scream it with every ounce of passion I can muster and it’s just sucked into the vacuum that is our galaxy.

“I EXIST!” I shout to not other soul but my own.

Day becoming night. Night becoming day.

So many times that the two become one.

Each moment welcomes new life.

Each moment in turn honors life lost.

Life begins, thrives, and ends.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

All of this happening in an unplanned synchronization composing the most spectacular fugue ever will there be.

I am but the shell of a wandering soul.

I live and so I am life.

Though I be but temporary, I am a temporary part of infinity.

I am.