This poem was inspired by the older poem - "Footsteps in the Sand". Enjoy. |
As I take the first steps into this place anew, I look back to see what I’ve been through. I’ve looked back at this time and time again, But what I see now is not how its been. The very first footprints, I can’t see anymore. The ocean washed them from that shallow shore. The more I look, the more footprints I see, But they’re still only the ones that are closest to me. As I look back to during that storm, Disaster had struck, and my clothes were worn. But as I see the footprints in the snow, They weren’t as deep as I used to know. I can still remember that blistering cold, I felt weak but I was bold. How my knees shook, And my pale, pale look But even at the worst of it, When each step felt like a deep dark pit. When I looked back at it again, The ocean washed away, and the snow filled in. But as I take a closer look, I start to see what I mistook. For not one set of footprints is what I see, But two sets, walking right beside of me. But now I must turn around, As the sun starts to lower down, I start to see the road before me end, I know I might not be here again. |