https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2024/04/27/weekend-writing-prompt-361-pilgrimage/

This heart cannot, will not, must not

Make pilgrimage to the Past–

What’s there but ashes, dust, dry bones

Of dreams, foolish youth’s romantic

Delusions… Nothing of gilded treasure to

Remember, none would greet me gladly…

If ‘sacred’, long road is time-beaten

By bad weather choices, pitted

Potholed decisions, plans gone

Awry for lack of wisdom, maturity

Cautious consideration, counsel…

These soul-shod feet no longer

Steady, strength gone–best not

Count on a hero-samaritan to

Redirect from twisted, brambly

Wrong turns that dead end, and

Those certain burnt bridges–

Dare to focus forward, heart

©Lenna Boat, 2024

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