Journey

though my weary,

tries to consume me-

I let what empowers me,

come to bring lightness-

to my movement,

I do not lay down,

upon my broken path-

as it mends and blends,

with the earth leaves-

that carpet the layers,

of my treading-

they fall and fold,

into crimson and orange-

kissing yellow to brown,

I reach into the winds-

that carry them,

letting my thoughts-

rise with them,

from my tired sky inside-

I come pressing foot,

onto the continuing-

journey of me,

movement comes to awaken me-

from my hesitation.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©