Footsteps

Welcoming the chance
To start a new journey
Rid myself of bad habits
Juvenile distractions
And muddy thoughts

Escape from a past
— that I feared would
determine my future —
Starting over at last
Shedding my scarred skin

Wind, compass, and sail align
To guide a ship adrift in the sea
A new land now in the sights
Waiting for bold footsteps
That were once unthinkable

Seeing things differently, with
Clear eyes and an open mind
Evolving from misspent youth
No longer blowin’ in the wind
Purpose now clearly defined.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 10-27-20

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