Trail of Crumbs -poetry

What do they become?

One day

she wandered away

there was so much to endure

where was the allure?

There it was

by the brook

a picnic basket

filled with food

and wine

she would drink

and eat

and it would all be fine

she could stop at any time

It was a beautiful day

and things would go her way

She became hungry again

there had to be something better ahead

but the only thing she could see

was a trail of crumbs

what could it be?

It was growing dark

the sun was hiding behind the tree

with this trail of crumbs

she could still feel free

Some days were windy

some days it hailed

the one constant

was the trail

Then one day a storm brewed

The crumbs were strewn

she frantically

jumped from path

to path

chasing the crumbs

that were destroyed in the wrath

The path was no more

she was alone on the forest floor

She was chasing them day and night

in hope to feel alright

One day she stopped, and the woods were still

she knelt by a small rill

She saw her image

eyes so empty

her skin so stark

It was cold

It was dark

She could chase the crumbs

strew in the path

or she could trust

and end this wrath

What was true

what was love

didn’t need to be searched for

below or above

She looked ahead

and saw a light

it always made her feel all right

One step

one day

she would find her way