Right Foot, Left Foot

Right foot, left foot. Pound the road less traveled on those tired toes. Tired reminds me that I am alive. Tired reminds me of the journey I walked on the road less traveled. Dusty feet, leaving footprints to remind me of the places I've once been... Footprints, one set to be exact. God? Did you carry me? Because I feel as though every angel that was cast from Heaven has ripped and torn at me every step of the way. Life is a balance; like walking a tightrope, surrounded by clowns and a jeering crowd. Never look away, never look down, keep your eyes up, on a focal point... On you... I turned away in shame and lost my balance, I plummeted down, to the road less traveled. you gave sight to the blind man, but took mine away, can I learn to praise the God who gives, and takes away? Father, how many times do I have to die and be reborn? Because it hurts like hell... Where must we go, we who wonder this wasteland in search of our better selves? A single set of footprints on this dusty road I travel. Do I stop and build my house on the side of this road and spend the rest of my days in purgatory? No? Why? I'M LOSING MY MIND... Half the time I cry bitter tears of loneliness, Half the time I laugh and cry tears of happiness and hope. I know you cast my sins as far as the East is from the West, so why do I turn tail and run every time we get close? The Bible tells me there is a time to mourn and there is a time to dance. I gave up dancing a long time ago and my mourners shroud has become the only piece of clothing I own. Is that why I run? I'm naked... My body covered in the stories that I carry with me from my time on the road less traveled... Feeling hideous, needing to hide, ashamed of my nakedness and blinded by my mourners shroud... "Peace! Be still!" you say. you lift the veil from my face and whisper to me, "My beautiful child, do not be ashamed, you have nothing to hide from, let yourself be exposed for who you are, do not hide in the darkness, YOU are a living breathing history book, let yourself be read. With outstretched wings, use watchful eyes, protect the unprotected, love the unloved, and breathe life into the lifeless. My child, there is a time to speak, and a time to be silent, would you have heard me if I called? You force a flower to open before its ready and it will die, because I live, you to shall live... you pulled that mourners shroud down over your eyes and lost your balance, and fell down to the road less traveled, to wander blind until you accepted my love and help once again. My love, you were never alone, I walked beside you. You may have been torn at by fallen angels, but I fought Satan himself for your soul, and what a hold he had. You kept pushing forward, you kept fighting, even when you felt hopeless and alone. You fought to get back to me, so I fought for you. Now rest awhile, Dear one, and let me carry you."