One foot in front of the other.
There is silence around my bare feet that go
thump, thump, thump.
There is no seeing,
the word is dark,
I simply trust my feet
on the path they've known before.
Sometimes I stumble.
Sometimes I fall.
Each time I learn more.
Each night I remember the last.
Each night I consider the next.
Each night I go faster.
Until I cease to stumble,
and my feet carry me away
on the wings of memories.
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