– A Poem by Roxanne Harris
He treads each footstep into the white sand,
footsteps that my feet will find.
He lays my path bare.
A path walked before is tried and tested.
No danger where his feet have walked.
As my feet search for his footprints they disappear into his mask.
I can’t seem to step away from it.
Do I leave my own mark?
Do I charter my own path?
Shall my feet find shattered shells, broken glass, a treacherous rocky pathway?
Do I trust in the feet that go before me?
Perhaps they are feet of clay.
Awesome my humble Rxanne Harris – live your dream – I didn’t get to live mine – I will live it through all your achievements and travel- walk run fly far and wide and I will hear and see through your dreams becoming a reality over and over again🌹🤗