Entangled in the impassable

forest, I turn dejectedly,
only to find the way out
too obscure for me to discern.
With resignation and
quiet foreboding, I try to
clear a new path, and
for my trouble I am engulfed
in a sea of sticky grass
that rises above my head;
the land is intent on
drowning me.
I thrash and grapple with
the tangled mass
as the hot sun glares at me,
draining my sweat and my strength.
I finally break through
and find myself in a land
not my own,
and in my relief
at being anywhere
that I can catch my breath,
I no longer
bother to notice
that I am bereft of
hope.