I remember that forest very well. I remember its unmistakable smell, its empty sound, and its unseen touch. I lived in that forest for what seemed like forever. I lived and breathed it. It became a part of me. In fact, it became all of me! I found comfort in its emptiness and relief in its ability to make me feel invisible. Here I didn't have to be the sturdy tree that held all the branches in place and gave life to new leaves. I didn't have to be anything ... or anyone. And so I stayed there in that empty forest feeling content to be invisible and unnecessary. I now welcomed the stranger with no face that I had once feared.
At certain times in our lives I believe we need to feel invisible and unnecessary in order to survive. To take it upon ourselves to walk away from all the pressures and worries of everyday life, and venture to a place where no one thing matters enough to cause you to be untrue. I had always prided myself on being strong enough to know that fear had no place amongst the living. However it took dying inside for me to realize that as truth. I now face myself with open eyes and a warm embrace. All that I am is a result of all that I have been. I choose to be a truthful me regardless of everyone else's expectations. That is their dark forest, not mine.