Foot Prints

I’m messing up,
Regretting what I say-
Again and Again-
But also changing my way.

I want to give up,
But who am I to say
I can’t handle this
Or it shouldn’t be this way?

Sure I have my problems
And, yeah, I get lost,
But the tide can’t return
If the waves never toss.

Of course I get hurt,
But we all have pain,
Each of ours being
Really for our gain.

No one’s path is the same,
But each of our footprints
All have the same shape,
Leaving us a clue

As to how each of us
Are truly alike
In our different ways
On and on through this hike…

-- Written by Sandy Heights
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