I am again at the labyrinth’s entrance.
No one here forces me to enter.
No one is here. I walk alone.
Circling north, south, east, west – all directions,
No direction. Only partially my own path.
It started with a lie and so
we continued down that path, never stopping
to talk or consider going another way.
Darkness came and we lost our way.
No returning. No place to call home.
I wish my life was marked clearly
like the blue trail I walked today.
Trees blazed, telling me when to turn,
alternative paths. That the end is here.
I’m avoiding side trails. I am lost.
standard trail blazes
On a white day, beneath white arches,
all sound frozen in the pine trees,
swept into piles at the labyrinth’s edge,
the way is lost, my widening circles
lead me straight to a locked door.