The walk was easy,
the path clear.
One footfall
after the next.
Until it appeared
there was no room
for the next step.
Funny, how we
don’t necessarily notice
the moment,
the one between
clear and foggy.
Then come
the decisions.
Sometimes, it helps
to step
off the path
when considering
the many choices.
Sometimes, it helps
to tell,
create,
change,
or let go of a story.
Sometimes, it is not
about the story
at all.
– Mary
P.S. There is a second poem written in response to this roadblock and it can be found here.
Edits
- 2/23/2016 – third section for clarity.
- 6/1/2022 – removed image and updated link, added a P.S.
