Finding the Way
© Marie Bortolotto 2024

sometimes, I fall
out of rhythm with life
darkness gathers
in my heart
birds stop singing
           streams dry up
                     and roses cease to bloom

that's when I open the door
take a walk, empty-handed
nothing but the clothes on my back
I wander ancient pathways
in and out of time
           shedding all delusions
                    until I find the way again

© Marie Bortolotto Art