Friday, February 17, 2017

Fresh Poem!


I thought I knew the path.
I was steady on my feet,
hopping nimbly:
rock to rock,
surefooted and steady,
elated with each leap.

Then one stone shifted
turned me over
and broke me
One smooth movement
toppled my body
and shook my mind
left me scared to climb
unsure which way to go
which step to take

The path stretched before me
I stood frozen