Filtered light
flicks my eyelashes
with black and white precision.
I am disoriented
in the forest.
Doubt has thrilled me  
and all that is left
is the right way
when all the wrong ways
creep feral against shadows.

All the rocks and roots
I trip against with my words
and actions, are easily conquered
out here. Even as the light 
plays with my confidence
I am whole

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