Incantation

There's a magic forest where I go each time I fall asleep. The light is dimmed and I'm not scared cause the grass cushions me and makes me fall asleep, whispering lullabies long forgotten in a language I no longer understand.

And there are monsters that try to reach me and try to touch me but the trees hug me with their bent branches, protecting me from every harm, every threat. 

And my woman-child soul laughs and delights in nature and pets the flowers and sings along with the wind. And my naked body is purified in peace and silence and finally I can be myself, I can be free.

There is no fear hear. Only vulnerability and my soul opening its eyes with all the love and kindness that shines brightly on the inside. Like a flame to a moth, this place draws me in and lets me be. 

And I fall asleep like a baby, hugging myself to sleep. The walls fall and I am me, so me that the light of the forest and the light in me dance together in oblivion, whispering that same lullaby, as old as time...