Unwanted Pregnancy

With every step forward into the treacherous fog, it seems my wilderness has turned on me. With each step to find the scent It seems my old friends the trees are looming over me. Through the troublesome fog each tree appears separate and threatening. Each branch appears thrust towards me like a finger outstretched in accusation. Each tree seems to judge me for my long, long, long time under the watchful sight of the trees.

No longer able to take the madness that surrounds me in this fog, I close my eyes. With the light from Luna now gone I am more alone then ever, yet the visions continue to play on the backs of my closed eyelids; There is no respite.

As glimpses of my past sins come to my mind, it seems like the wilderness is changing on the back of my closed eyelids. The warm summer night takes on more of a chill. The fog still remains but stops swirling and hangs more somber and stagnant. The looming trees and their branches of blame hang low and start dropping their browning leaves to mimic my turning mood.

I remember now. It was autumn when I was brought here to the wilderness I now call home. It was autumn when the one that brought me here told me of all the things I would have to do to survive in the wilderness. It was autumn when the one that brought me here taught me all the deals I would have to make with the spirits here. It was autumn when I began to pay the price of the freedom and sovereignty I now

enjoy. It was autumn when the one that brought me here told me that I was a creature of passions and destined to fall. It was fall when I listened to the one that brought me here.

With every leaf that falls symbolically like I have, the scent turns from me a little more. With no last kiss and no good byes I’m left to wonder why. I know not what will happen now. For I’m to scared to open my eyes.

With that I can only squeeze my eyes shut and let the scent go. With that I can only realize the source of this vile fog. The source is Guilt, and oh yes I have made it mine.