Deep

I wander far through paths untold,
where the forest’s breath is dark and cold.
In the forest deep, I find my way,
as night surrenders to the day.

For in the dark, where fears reside,
a tender soul awaits inside.

In shadows where my fears take hold,
a truth is found, a secret told.
Being lost is not the end,
but where the soul begins to mend.

And being lost, I now can see,
is just the start of finding me.

In the depths where shadows play,
I walk the forest’s quiet way.
With head held high, I forge my path,
a spirit strong, untouched by wrath.

Yet still, I guard with careful art,
the fragile exhoes of my heart.

They see me fierce, a force of will,
a presence that the night can’t still.
Yet in my heart, a gentle flame,
burns bright and true, without shame.

So through the forest I will roam,
a distant light to guide me home.

For though I stand with guarded art,
there’s warmth and light within my heart.
But until the walls begin to fall,
I remain hidden, behind it all.

For those who seek to know me well,
must earn the tale I choose to tell.

So let them see the strength I bear,
the quiet power, the steady stare.
For I am proud of who I’ve grown,
a soul of steel, a heart of stone.

Yet in that stone, a warmth resides,
a caring depth that never hides.

I stand as one, both soft and strong,
embracing all where I belong.
And those who earn a place within,
shall find the love beneath my skin.