A Healing In The Woods

I pause, somewhat perplexed by what I feel—
An ache that has withdrawn behind these walls.
A chamber full of thoughts that I conceal,
The mental state I hide within its halls.
A final act is played as curtains fall
And thoughts from long ago begin to fade.
I sense that hurried time has cast a call
To leave behind the weighty price I've paid.
Above, I hear the songs of morning birds,
Distracting me from thoughts of long ago.
Their lovely ballads are like soothing words
That mend and heal while setting hearts aglow.
   These woods applaud my walk of beaming cheer,
   For I, at last, have shed my days of fear.