Little trails in the sand.

Littered with bits of odds and ends.

Deeper footprints when times were hard,

The times I shouldn't have let down my guard.

Lighter steps for the moments I ran,

Blood n tears when I fell again.

Double sets when someone walked with me,

Circles when it was dark n I couldn't see.

Rough lines found their way in the ground

When I dragged my feet with my head down.

Dreams that couldn't be I had to let go,

Lying in the sand- a pathetic show.

Harsh disappointments and lost hopes,

Tossed reluctantly, bound with ropes.

But memories are carried, that’s how it is,

The happy, the sad are all part of the list.

My breaths are falling short and shallow,

Legs are tired, pace is slow.

How long more?

How far?

How many more steps?

How many more falls?

Breathe for the next step.

Move for yet another day.

The brushstrokes of my life

Colored by the people around me.