CHINA TORI

I am slipping.
I am walking down
that path again.
I hate it,
but I’m doing it.

I am slipping.
I am walking down
that path again.
I know it,
but it feels different.

I am walking down
that path again.
But time,
the path bears no marks.
I have to grope
my way through
And it is frustrating
to not to know
how this would end.

Walking and hoping.
Moving and wondering.
I need to be helped
but how would my helper
find her way in?

Image: Atharva Tulsi