Feeling Lost

• Hayley Willoughby, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

I stumble around the city of trees.
The silence was suffocating.
A heavy mist dwells the forest like a hungry giant.
The sun reflects off the ominous stream, running, swerving, dodging fallen branches.
The trees are whispering behind my back.
The leaves dominate the canopy.
Specs of light find their way through into the cage of cold, crisp air.
My face feels as cold as glass, one bump could break it!
One crack of a broken twig, one rustle, one shake makes my hair stand on end.
I am quivering from head to foot, will I ever get out of here?