Tag: Walking

Where Fewer Footsteps Follow

It feels strange now,

Not hearing your footsteps beside mine. 

There was a comfort in your presence, 

A quiet reassurance,

In knowing I wasn’t walking alone

Every road I wandered,

You were there, 

Or at least,

I believed you would be. 

I refused to move without you,

Anchored myself to your pace,

Convinced myself that us together,

Was the only way forward. 

There were moments you drifted behind,

But I waited. 

I always waited. 

I slowed my stride,

Stilled my progress, 

Lingered in places I was never meant to stay. 

Just to hear your sound,

Just to barely hear your footsteps. 

And for a while, 

That felt like love. 

But somewhere along the journey,

The distance grew louder than your presence. 

The silence between your steps,

Began to echo.

I started to notice everything.

How often you fell behind,

How often I paused my becoming,

Just to keep you near, 

And I told myself it was loyalty.

I told myself it was patience,

But wisdom whispered something different. 

Not every path is meant to be shared. 

Not every companion, 

Is meant for the destination.  

I want to keep walking, 

No, I need to keep walking.

And I can’t keep silencing my purpose,

To hear footsteps that no longer match my own. 

So I made the choice, 

And broke my promise to you,

I decided to keep going.

It hurt,

God, it still hurts.

There is an ache in outgrowing someone,

You once couldn’t imagine losing. 

But even in the quiet,

I realized something profound,

That I was never truly alone.

There are footsteps next to me,

Still walking beside me,

They’re steady and present,

Aligned with where I’m going,

Not pulling me back,

Not asking me to shrink, 

But growing with me. 

I understand now, 

To walk in wisdom,

Sometimes it means walking away. 

I once prayed you would catch up to me. 

But now I pray something different for you,

I pray you find your own path. 

I have finally accepted,

What my heart fought for so long,

Some people are meant for a chapter,

Not the entire journey,

And I must keep moving forward,

Even if the road ahead echoes softer,

Where fewer footsteps follow. 

A Foggy Path

I remember walking through a foggy path,

I was not sure if I was ever going to make it to my destination,

Nothing was clear to me,

There was only fog surrounding me,

I didn’t know how far away I was from reaching the end,

I didn’t even know if I was on the right path,

But I had no choice,

All I could do was move forward.


I wanted to regress,

And forget about my destination.

But then going back scared me even more,

I didn’t want to go back to where I was,

It was a terrible place,

And it was even scarier than the foggy path,

I could see clearly the environment I hated with a passion,

I was depressed and struggling to find happiness,

At least on the foggy path,

I couldn’t see what was surrounding me,

There were only two options,

All I could do was focus on one of them,

I despised the first option,

And chose the second option every single day,

Because I wanted to progress.


After so much time passed,

I eventually made it to the end,

And I was happier than I had ever been,

I remember everything finally being so clear to me,

It was a dream come true,

All because I went through the foggy path.