The itch was unbearable, my neck was on fire, I woke up clawing my neck, blood on my nails. My first thought was the venom....until i saw leaves of familiar green around me. Of all places to pass out near a patch of poison ivy was the worst for me. I pulled myself up, stepped as lightly as possible and went toward the trunk of a large tree. I leaned up against it, cradling my stomach with my left arm, using my right arm to rest my forehead on. I saw my once white nightgown covered in mud, twigs, dirt, grass stains and I saw my feet. And I breathed. The trees around me whispered the proof I had been so desperate for, but I did not hear them, only the sound of birds and the buzz of insects. My toes dug into the mossy ground and took root, I felt something coming up from deep inside me and tears streamed down my eyes splashing on the caked mudd of my feet.
The whispers of the forest became an echo that I still can hear to this day when I am quiet and still. I knew at that moment I was meant to be there just as much as the oak, the cottonmouth or the creek. My child was meant to be there, as long as my heart kept beating. I was not alone and the same thing that guided me into the woods, was the same thing that led me into the water and it was the same thing that led me out of the water....It was the same thing that guided me into a warm soft bed on a very cold night in feburary, where neither my bf or I felt like trudging out into the snow for a condom.
I went into the forest lost and alone but as the sun faded into twillight and twillight dwindled into dusk I came down the dirt road and a thousand bright shining stars welcomed my return.
edit on 9-1-2012 by Mijamija because: Spelling correction

