On a Pilgrimage

Comes the pilgrimage unto newfound woods; my own doing in a state of awareness-- the rain, a low drizzle moistening my shirt penetrating a brave hunt, the introspection that seeks answers unmet, undone. A music from nature drifts on through my head, as night sable strips this pride when weeds and creatures do not follow my tracks-- still, I wobble on, needing rest , my heels trampling roses near a sanctuary beneath the wild of night-time, and as I lay on rough marbles, a lucid thought arises inspiring me to gaze beyond my limited stretch, a deer's catch, when what I need is to grasp this anger within. The Journey Begins Contest For Matt Calliri Nov 9, 2015