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Footsteps

I try to walk with quiet footsteps,
solid but not plodding,
stable without wavering,
a message to the world.

I am confident,
healthy,
not old.

Ha!

My feet do not cooperate
with my mind’s wishes,
choosing instead to hesitate
when steps must be taken,
to stumble when confronted
with uneven ground.

I am uncertain,
unsteady,
and old.

My thoughts must carry me
where my feet cannot go -
up mountain paths
that ease my troubled soul,
across slippery rocks beckoning
cross my stream,
feel the coolness.

I am there,
transported,
and young.

Poetry by Melinda K Zarate