I've walked these dunes before
I once left footprints
I can't find anymore
I gaze all around
For memories of me
But some were trampled upon
Some, eaten by the sea
Those steps are my life
The journey of my years
Those steps have at times
Accompanied my tears
Have they been erased
Did I ever matter?
Or did I just pass by
In the crowd, a stranger?
Thousands of footprints
Like a mosaic by the sea
I search among them:
None resembles me
I see feet that have run,
Skipped about merrily
Other prints somehow still
Seem to drag heavily
Little shapes - I guess a child?
Mid-dance abruptly end
Was she carried home that day
By a father's loving hand?
A peg made its mark
Like a rhythmic punctuation
Supporting an elderly hand
Or some other condition
There is one, barely there
Doesn't seem to belong
Half erased by the time
It laid here all alone
Like a hopeful Cinderella
I try its shape gently
My heart finds its rhythm
It fits me perfectly
My journey was halted
Yet I found it again
My legs are now weaker
Still, though trembling, I stand
My dark cloak of pain
Sown by life's hungry fears
I shed - now I breathe
As happiness draws near
Fire paints the sky red
Before me sets the sun
I run - wait! Wait for me!
Tomorrow has just begun...
by +Sylvie Sullivan
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