Snow crunches under my boot,
I continue on.
There’s a well traveled path beside me,
where snow has been tamped down by many feet.
I take a new path,
Looking behind me,
I see the path that only I’ve taken.
I realize,
Even in snow,
Many people are reluctant,
Perhaps afraid,
To make a new path.
Perhaps this is my role,
I feel no fear,
And so I walk without knowing,
What lies beneath the snow.
The world needs people to create a new path as much as the world needs people who will follow a new path until it becomes a trail.
About the Creator
H.Lore
experienced writer diving into the world of writing once again. I tend to lean towards writing short fiction stories, novels, and prose. Collaboration is always fun, feel free to reach out if interested in a joint project.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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