footsteps tread gravel paths,

buoyed by vistas new,

bidding trodden avenues adieu.

gravel crunches, ever onwards,

to destinations fresh as dew,

to places beyond fear,

beyond despair,

beyond empty shells of longing,

beyond mirages of hollow belonging.

the paths taken, fraught with twists,

promises new morns, thawing trepidation,

fear melts into approaching night,

resting in the solace of dawn’s soothing light.

the paths seem endless,


the heart traverses the mire,

the traveller reaches deep within,

to clothe naked gloom,

embracing hope,

to be finally enveloped by its warm cloak.

footsteps … … …