Hopeful

I want to go back to the trees.

I want to go back to the forest I knew.

I want to lie on my back and look up through the birches and see the sunlight shivering back down on my face.

I want to return to my home. I want to feel lake effect snow. I want a simpler life, with a house and a garden and someone who loves me.

I'm tired of my home being taken away. I'm tired of having no place left to go. I just want to go home to the forest that loves me. I'm not sorry I left, but I hope I'm welcome back.

I dare not hope that my dreams will come true, that things will work out well and peaceful and fine. It makes me cry harder to think of a life where happiness happens to someone like me.

It's so easily taken away.