Wandering down the street, I ask myself
if these are truly the steps I’m meant to take.
Paths stretch long, they cross, they intertwine,
they stumble, they tangle, then slowly realign.
Destinies blend, and souls walk side by side,
and I wonder when the moment will come
for your footsteps to walk alongside mine.
The trees dance and sway to the gentle rhythm of the wind.
Do they whisper that I am following the right path?
Yet I fear I do not understand their words.
Perhaps they are nothing more than silent witnesses
to my uncertainties,
and secretly, it is I who gives the lyrics
to their soundless songs.
Maybe that is what this is about
and I’m discovering it in with every step I take.
For I am the one who writes
the prose of my journey and my wandering.
So I keep walking,
with faith as my compass
and the wind as my orchestra,
trusting that my steps will lead me
the right way.
I continue wandering down the street,
in search of my own path.
But something has changed,
or perhaps I am the one who has finally understood.
Now I walk with a new companion:
the certainty that every step
brings me a little closer to my destination.
-Love, Mandy.
This is very well written. I admire the creativity to not only express yourself through poetry, but using it as a way to possibly help others.
ive had these thoughts recently as well, you've really covered what I failed to put into words! thank you