Photo of a person walking on a path in a forest
Photo by Kent Pilcher on Unsplash
Rift


Enveloped by forest,
a perfect path beneath my shoes.
The voice, soft like sand, speaks in my ears
and tells me to take a deep breath.

                   In.
                             Out.
   In.
                                         Out.

The air smells of lavender
and peppermint.
There's no end to the path.
The trees won't stop.

Counting inhales
and exhales.
There's a rhythm
I can't locate
in my
chest
or my footsteps.

This is meant to pull me into
another universe where
there are
no more questions.

I ask
too many
questions.

The voice bends into a murmur.

What if this
doesn't work?

Nothing works.

But I'm here.