the wild ones

as i become
more and more 
disenchanted 
and broken beyond repair- 
i go, without a plan
letting myself get
lost in the forest.

i find them there.
or 
do they find me? 

eyes are locked
trust is built. 
a dance
into unknown. 

we pause
in the void. 

i find the truth i was seeking, 
spoken by those who cannot speak. 

they are mine
to observe.
i am theirs
to protect.

and

if i am brave enough 
to let myself 
stop running, 
the wild ones
show me the way
home.