Photo: Ginny Hale Meredith
Some steps I’ve taken, there was sharp ascent
into the unknown where the foolish tread.
That journey, once committed, brought lament.
Cold sorrow with some tears that pathway led.
Some steps have pushed me inward, glorious,
to better heights than I had known before.
Yet, even so, my soul, tempestuous,
has not avoided pitfalls I abhor.
I take it slow, now, ‘fore the final bend
I know some steps might make a dismal tale.
I know the walk creates a happy end.
With careful steps, I’m likely not to fail.
I’ve not looked back where I have been, askance
but, rather wonder at its dark romance.