Freedom

In a forest

I lay

cloaked by trees with

leaves of green

looking black instead

for lack of light

I wait.

Those stories

I recall

prince charming on

a white horse

true love bringing

sword and rescue

I hope.

Dawn brings light 

I see

a few inches ahead

sticks and stones

but underneath

a path, clearly marked

I move.

Wind from behind

I crawl

on hands and knees

slowly at first

understanding, perceiving

my strength within

I stand.

A clearing ahead

I run

towards it, stumbling

somewhat dazed, excited

ready to embrace

who I am

I emerge.