when she was one her favorite word was no,
when she was two her favorite word was won't,
when she was three her favorite word was can't,
when she was four her favorite word was not,
when she was five her favorite word was never.

when she was seven her favorite word was nay,
when she was nine her favorite word was don't

when she was twelve her favorite phrase was no way,

At thirteen she told me she couldn't
At  fourteen she told me she wouldn't

At the age of fifteen, she said Okay

lost

helpless
is what you are
blinded by trees
and a winding path,
that becons

circles
turn you around
spinning so fast
in fear, for all of the
wrong reasons

swirrling features
blend together
in this forest of green
were the river runs slow and steady
and the birds never make a peep

unable to find your way
unable to just simply
turn around
anymore

there's no other way
but to follow the path
deeper
maybe 
one day
if you stop and wait
and listen
someone will come
to get you out