Closure

I’m in middle of the woods
Waiting for light to enter
I stand between the trees
For sunshine to hit me
But I find none
I look for warmth
It’s getting cold
Soon I realize
My shadow is getting long
Dusk is falling rapidly
I should get back to cabin
But it’s nowhere to be found
I hunt for it with all my strength
And sit down, lost and tired
Of all the things I did
Does it really matter?
Am I really this old
Or is it only my soul echoing?
Maybe I should close my eyes
And get some closure for cries!

~ Sakshi