Footprints
Footprints on my doorstep the image sear loneliness from its epicenter I said goodbye to melancholy just the other day pace by pace it was trampling on my heart. "far away from home, that's common" they say my neighbours and a bunch of small women hidden in me leaving trails of breadcrumbs behind, she walks I follow her footsteps silent and obedient shed tears, pity yourself, hurt others none of it soothes better than sharing step by step collect the footprints you left behind, hurting others that were before you wait as she passes by wait as she turns back and wait as she dies silent and obedient that fog sits upon your head as if to strangle yet it will rise gently bit by bit you were the goner; now stay behind to wait the end of every road meet where you always stood that your faith is your haven that the footprints in circles seek eternity Meva Ayse February 2008