Vines

The path I have taken is tangled.
Scratches from the cat briar vines sting me
In the forest of my mind.

But we don't have time-

A thicket seemed enchanting,
but it only confused me in the end.

A collision between myself and nature-
a bond I made.

I am a star-lily seeker, a moon-lit strand of life,
DNA particles bathe me,

Another lost woman
In a circus of finder's, a keeper of nothing real

Was I designed to break?
Is that the lesson on how to find my strength?

to break to break to break

We don't have time-

This illusion is a mirror of my mind, my life one vast forest

Through the tangled paths I have chosen, suspended in vines.

So is the answer to believe in anything and to tear myself out?

Before time finds me first and I dissolve back into the lining of universe.