there's no map of me.
I'm unexplored, undiscovered.
I'm foreign, lost to those who fear the unknown or the wrong way, the difficult path.
I'm hard. I'm challenging.
But I won't alter or sway or bend.
Just so someone can reach me.
You have to want to try to know me.
And be prepared for hardness.
There's beauty, but there's harsh & wild as well.
If you can't be with the wild, or cope with the harsh,
you lose the beauty.
The whole soul.