These footsteps in which I walk
Were made by the heroes of tomorrow and yesterday
They are filled with pools of honor and bravery
But I trip and stumble in these footsteps
So big are they that I only fill a quarter of the heel
These footsteps that I travel are the path I must take
Though I am young, I am growing older
And I start to wonder if I will ever fill these footsteps
I reach a fork and see three paths
One where the footsteps continue, bigger than ever
Another where the path is well trodden and smooth
And finally a path so tiny I can barely see it
A deer trail of some kind, with no foot steps at all
I stand at the fork and choose my path
Knowing there is no going back
I step in the soft mud of the deer trail
Making my own footsteps, though small in size
They fill not with glory, but with determination
For the first time in my life, I step easily on the path
No steps to fill but my own
I see amazing things and learn the names of the stars
Which make up for the bumps, bruises and the scars
Though there are many twist and turns, and unexpected hills
I enjoy each moment
Happy that the footsteps in which I walk in are my own.
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Paper Thin Walls
PoetryA collection of poems, really random and many, if not all are free verse. Poems of loss, truth and others. Hope you enjoy!
