Written by Lilith Raymour

I have a forest of men in my life
Past relationships
That have turned into that noisy form of silence
Like trees in a forest

I have tried to cut them down
But they grow back
Intruding in my memory
Disturbing my day
Sometimes getting in my way
Then gone
Silent
Once more

You would think
I could just look over the forest
And be happy
But I know
I remember
each tree

As time
Creates growth
I find comfort
In previous sadness
And will happily pass on
Living in a forest of men

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