Wandering

I'm lost tonight, cast wandering into the woods. And I find though it may be frustrating and disconcerting, I don't really seem to mind it. There is a bit of weary satifaction to my trudging in circles. There's even a smidgen of growing respect for my own stubborn will, which won't let me sit still. Mind you, there's also a bit of self pity for being inable to find my way just yet. But I won't let myself wallow in that, much- I can't fail though I may falter.

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