Poems - Writing as coping

I figured some of us in here use writing to cope and to express ourselves, i know i do, so here´s a thread for sharing whatever we´ve written with each other for inspiration - ill start with a poem ive written called guide your way:

Guide your way

I don’t know the way out of your forest

But I will stay with you in the neck of them

I will walk with you till our feet ache and my body is nothing more than a tree stump

Because my face is a map

And although I don’t have a GPS that leads to the road outside the forest

Although I don’t know what I am doing or how I ended up here

 In this woodland

I will guide you the way back to yours

You´ll just have to follow the stars on my cheek

Learn something from the flowers you pass

Maybe you´ll even fall in love with how the moon still lights up when night approaches

You´ll realize that every time you take a breath

You are inhaling the dust from the leaves

Exhaling the gravel from beneath your feet

A breath might seem to just be an echo

An echo that only I seem to be able to hear

But I promise that when a tree falls in your forest

It will always make a sound

Because I´ll always be there to hear it

If I haven’t even realised that the tree is solely a branch, you chose to crack

If I lost my own way

If the insects from the earth surround me with their tingling, biting bones

And even if I could never get out of the jungle that isn’t even mine

I´d stay here until the jungle became a desert

I´d stay here until the desert became nothing

I´d stay here until I realize that even though I am still just a child

I have always been as old as the thousand rings from the tree stumps that I live next to now.

Because I do not know what love is

If it is not sacrifice.