My path.
The path I walk to celebrate, think, endure, contemplate.
It’s always there for me.
As my feet carry me forward down the path
I skip when happy, push my steps forward when I feel sad, pause in place when I must contemplate.
The path shows me the way to the heart of who I know I am.
It embraces all the parts of me, gently sifting any struggle, dispersing it into the wind
where the trees grab hold, rock them with care and remind me all is well.
When happy, the path supports the extra bounce in my step while the tree limbs sway from side to side in joyous celebration.
My path.
Always there for me to walk it, journey forward, and return home once again.