Second Wind

Photo by Saúl Venegas on Unsplash

I wish I knew where I was going,

When I set off,

On this journey.

Maybe then the crows would be kinder,

And not just stare at me as I come across,

Footsteps I’ve made,

Each pair unique.

Ones of hope,

So confident with each imprint.

Indecision,

Unsure of every step.

Despair,

Trudging along aimlessly.

A giant shadow calmly passes over the tracks,

As it heads for the horizon.

I give chase to it,

Wondering if this could be what I’m searching for,

As my feet leave behind impressions of determination.