Journey

Past footprints-

Buried by pain,

Erased by tears,

Blown away by winds of change;

Seen by some,

Known by few,

Forgotten by all.

Gone.

No hope from the past,

No plan for the future.

The sands of time ahead

Are as harsh and empty

As those imprinted

By my forgotten footsteps.

My feet,

Bound in place by

Fear,

Are willing more to die

Than to take another

Painful step.

The world is blind

To my struggle,

But I cannot be hidden

from God.

He sees my path

He sees my future

And,

He sees my footsteps.

And,

Maybe,

That’s all that really matters.

I take another step.