Girl Of My Childhood Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

I cannot bring myself
to visit that cottage
that lies deep in the wilderness
It entices me each and every day
yet I cannot bring myself to knock
on the old wooden door

Behind the door is the cozy home
of the girl of my childhood,
that ever-present figure
that guided me
through the various roads of life

Don't take that path
because you will injure your body
Instead take a left
and stroll through the path
that will fill you with wondrous thoughts
and you will never want to leave

Turn right
and sprint through the intricate maze
of darkness
that will attempt to lure you
into an inconspicuous trap
made for susceptible young girls
like you, Julie

I am on plane now
on my way to the wooded fields,
those hazy meadows of poppies
and irises and laurels
intertwined as they should

because nature has allowed them
to coexist in a single place

I take the rocky road
not yet taken
and know it will lead me
to the heart of the woods,
to the very door
of that now turned woman,
who calls me 'Sister'
even when I failed to acknowledge her
for the past five years
of darkness