The Unmastered Path: A Pilgrim’s Song of Self
I, once the hound that nipped the hand that fed,
A creature deemed as vicious, thus misled.
The road, a solace where no shadows loom,
Speaks louder truths than walls I called my home.
The open path, a haven found at last,
Where past restraints no longer hold me fast.
Each effort made to bridge the widening space,
Propelled me farther from that longed-for place.
Each act intended to repair the breach,
Resulted in a wound beyond all reach.
Each desperate yearning for affection’s gleam,
Became a catalyst for a harsher dream.
My cry, once born of pain, a fractured sound,
Disturbed the peace on consecrated ground.
Now I crave not love, but simply to be free,
To find myself; this path is meant for me.
The road, a solace where no shadows loom,
Speaks louder truths than walls I called my home.
Alone upon this odyssey I roam,
A burden held by none, yet friend to home.
I feast on smiles, find slumber in my dreams,
Bathed in enlightenment, fueled by love’s streams.
Does this now make sense? Yes, clarity takes hold,
The road, a solace where no shadows loom,
Speaks louder truths than walls I called my home.
