Lonesome Trails

LONESOME TRAILS   Trails of a long lonesome journey, Still has memoirs, leaving imprints behind. Ensuing the winding path, through avalanche and gorge far and wide, a lone traveller seeking solace, betwixt the expanse of the world.   The wind muttered secrets, carrying echoes of buried tales, each step leaving an ineffaceable mark, embossed upon the tapestry of time. Through thick forests of ambiguity, and deserts of unanswered questions, In search of meaning and understanding, I walked.   Imprints left behind tell stories of grit and brawn, Of battles fought and victories won, Of losses grieved and lessons learned. But as I look back on the path, Traced by the soles of my weary feet, I realize it was never about the destination, But the journey that transformed my soul. The imprints may fade with time, But the memories will linger on, For each step taken on that long lonesome road, Shaped the person I am. I hold close the paths I’ve journeyed, With their peaks and valleys intertwined, For they are more than mere imprints left, Oh, they paint the essence of a life refined. ©Chitra Arun