The Terrain I Lay My Feet On

a seemingly never-ending winding road
that sometimes seems a familiar one
that is worn in from retracing ones steps
and on this well-walked path
I feel torn
between the comfort of the known
and yearning for more

there are days where I stop in my tracks
look at where I have been
reminding myself of paths once journeyed
an envy arises to the ignorance of those feet
that delighted in walking forward
its eagerness to lay its soul on the earth ahead
oh, for how those feet would later know
of how glorious those paths were
that they quickly traversed

now, my feet, a bit harder and calloused
aren’t quite as eager as they were once
the road ahead seems daunting
in evidence of what I have already passed

but with every bend in the road
there is a weighted hope
what lies ahead?
where will this path take me next?

so as I stand here in reflection
on this path called life
honouring the roads once passed
anticipating the paths that await
and above all
appreciating the terrain I lay my feet on now