Photo: Ginny Hale Meredith
Some steps I’ve taken, there was sharp ascent
into the unknown where the heart might tread.
That journey, once committed, bought 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,
does not surmount some pitfalls I abhor.
I take it slow, now,’ fore the final bend
as knowing how each step does tell the tale.
My life, thus lived is not about its end
but in small steps should all my courage fail.
It’s not the pinnacle where I, askance
look back, in wonder, at some dark romance.