Poem: A Lonely Pilgrimage by Mark Tulin


Is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your


and judgments


or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely


or if I read the wrong


and meet


the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bear the cross or

the star or the hammer

or the crescent moon


perhaps, I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

a journey without rules,

feet and hands unbound.


I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

7 comments on “Poem: A Lonely Pilgrimage by Mark Tulin

  1. Marion Njeri

    You know, I always think that freedom is expensive because there are rules everywhere. Neither nature, fellow humans nor the law can allow someone to do whatever he likes.
    Nice poem, you looked on the bright side of it.

  2. Traveling the path less traveled… now that’s a true soldier of life!
    Brave and wise words🙏

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