Footprints On The Path (Poetry)

Someone’s been along
this same path before
left a trail of prints
faint and weather-worn
pointing like a sign

It’s an uphill trudge
wearying and slow
mix of blood and stone
this last mile or so
caked with mud and grime

How I came to be
on this lonely route
is a mystery
sense cannot compute
I’ve dropped out of time

The goal that I seek
is misted from view
the pilgrim I am
has no fitting shoe
adds pain to the climb

I follow my fate
unmapped and unsought
the footprints lead on
significance caught
match each step to mine