Confronting the shadow

At the edge, I pause.
The forest hums not a warning, but a calling.
No path marked, yet I know: this is mine.

It’s not the wolves I fear, but the quiet within.
The ache I buried. The questions I fled.
These trees don’t lie, they reflect.

So I step in.
Not to escape my shadows,
but to gently confront them,
and gather the gold buried in their dark.

“This is not an ending but a return, the moment the unconscious is no longer feared, and the Self begins its sacred ascent toward wholeness.” – Marinka