Poetry

Tracks, like memories
Tell stories.
A silent tryst
In the night,
Fear of being
Found,
Or finding.
The rising sun
Reveals the
Twists and turns
Of life.
I am reminded of
Who I was,
And who I hoped to
Be.
To walk away
Leaves as many
Footprints
And scuffles as
To stay.
Perhaps the
Most interesting
Tracks are left
By the deciding.