The Path
UPDATED VERSION: The Path I step and I fall. I get up. I step and I fall. My knees meet the path in a collision of bone and earth, But I get up again. I am not sure if I found this path or if this path found me But I travel it all the same. Another step and I fall again. I step and I fall. I get up Only to step and fall once more. Again and again I pick myself up to walk again. Though sometimes I crawl. I walk barefoot over shards of glass, my soles broken, Blood seeps into this path I tread. I walk on. I step and I fall. I rest. I stand. I step again. I fall again. My mind is weary, my body aches, doubt envelopes me. But my heart beats on. With each step my calling whispers to me through hurricane winds, I can hear it call my name. I carry on. One step and then another. And another. ...