There's something about foot prints in the snow
The crunch and scrape as you drag your toe
The chill and icy bite as it falls into your shoe
The nostalgic memories that come back to you
Trying to follow your father's tracks
Leaping from one print to another
It's a game we played in childhood
But when the footsteps are retraced
They never seem to match the same
There is a reason for these prints misplaced
The footsteps ourfathers lay
Are not meant to be mimicked
But to give us an easier way.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
