Running to Realization in Unfamiliar Territory

A Sestina.

The wind blows through her tangled hair.

She walks this winding path on her way home.

The forest is filled with alien-like sights and sounds.

She is afraid that she has lost all direction.

But she must keep on moving,

Keeping steady track of her time.

She looks up to the sky, but is unable to tell the time.

Frantically, she runs her fingers through her hair.

Her feet make a steady pace as she moves,

Trying to remember how to get home

She scans the forest in all directions,

Cautiously reacting with every eerie sound.

Unexpected twigs breaking in the growth and the sound

of leaves rustling have her jumping multiple times.

Startled, she begins to lose her sense of direction.

Her focus lands on a beam of sunlight shining on a black hare.

She advances towards it; hoping that it is a beacon for home.

Instead of help, she is frightened. Smirking, it swiftly moves.

Her fear quickens the pace at which she is moving;

She longs to be somewhere safe and sound.

Nothing will make her as happy as her home.

Distracting herself, she reminisces about better times;

She’d rather be any place than here.

Why did her life take this direction?

Maybe this path isn’t such a bad direction—

Maybe all she needs to do is keep on moving.

Eventually there will be an end to the darkness here.

And the bells of success and relief will sound.

The only factor that remains now is time.

Soon she will be able to call this place home.

The matter now is how to make this unfamiliar place feel like home?

She’s been pushed and persuaded hoping this is the right direction.

Anxiety heightens as she runs out of time.

Hesitant of the upcoming hill, she questions her move.

Daydreaming of her future, she likes the sound.

The time is almost here.

Her past is her home but the future keeps her moving.

Following all directions because she hates the critics sound

Home held good times, but her future is here.