A Healing In The Woods

I pause, dismayed by thoughts from long ago,
When I was young and lost along the road.
They stir inside my mind and bring me low,
Replaying times of grief and debts I owed.
A final act is played as evening falls
And memories I've passed begin to fade.
I hear a voice announcing urgent calls
To leave behind the debts already paid.
Above, I hear the songs of joyous birds,
Reminding me of days I should let go.
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.