Following the Trail of Bread Crumbs

those old bread crumbs still have the fragrance
of freshly thought thoughts
feelings not forgotten
and needs met and savored
i will choose my gathering basket
and set off to find the way back
through a forest of my own creation
or is it the forest
of circumstance
or maybe the forest
of necessity
no matter the sapling beginnings
i will follow the old trail
each marker
pointing the direction
to that self
that
one
who has wandered in the deep woods
for such a long time
i will rescue myself
and regain
it all
once again