Wilderness

Through the lush undergrowth
she treads.
Watching,
waiting,
praying for a sign of life.
A moment that could tell her
she's not alone.
Something to remind her
she has not been gone too long,
she cannot walk in too deep,
her compass still points true north.

A flower,
bending towards the sun.
A branch,
breaking under the weight of decay.
A leaf,
scattered about in the most reckless of ways.

There it is,
yet again.
Reckless.
It used to mean everything.
Everything she once was,
Everything she longed to be.

Where was the value of it lost?

Somewhere,
in the wilderness.