Poetry

Poem: A Lonely Pilgrimage

 

Is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

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.

©️mft

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

7 comments on “Poem: A Lonely Pilgrimage

  1. 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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