$CLOUT Poetry - Without Footsteps to Follow


A poem about my road untaken.

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There was a turning point
That disguised itself as a stumble
Down this rugged path
Without footsteps ahead to follow

My feet knew the way to tread
But my head saw the treachery ahead
It still didn’t stop me from venturing forth
And carving out my own line

Unknown to the dangers
But known to the rewards
That bind to the risks
Of exploring untrodden ground

There is a dirt path to my left
That has been forged by man’s tidiness
Willingly offered to supple feet
That appreciate the smooth certainty of its shape

That path is the fruit of someone else’s creation
Built to feed minds that live to die
Massaging the ground dug by others feet
In hopes of reliving the greatness of their stories

My hardened stubs hobble down uneven ground
They are used to it by now
Enough to still be known to me as feet
That can run with any wolves I befriend

Why not cut through to the dirt path, you ask?
Well, you see, I actually came from there
But was called to my right
Because the unfamiliarity bewildered me

I can’t say how long this journey will last
Without footsteps to follow
But isn’t that the essence of life;
Not knowing what will become of tomorrow?

© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.

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