The Vast Forrest The tormented, aching soul, Wondering its direction, through the vast, lush, overgrown forrest, begging for a clear path, manovering stumps, rotting dead-brown trees, and wild inhabitants--on a quest to freedom No man-child alone can master this journey, Not alone anyway. The guidence and direction of a knowledgable, time-tested forrest guide, is the beloved map for his journey, Comfort it, embrace it, live it
Reason for writing:
This poem was written about the journey the boys have to face when becoming men. It was inspired by Dr. William Pollack's book Real Boys, which I highly recommend.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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