Little Steps

By: Anonymous

A poem contemplating the universal truths of this confusing dance we call life.

One step forward,

One step back.

Our steps are small

And our journey is long,

Excruciatingly so;

And still, we trek on.

The destination, the journey,

That is up for you to decide.

But wherever we strive,

Let the truth be our guide.

They are a perpetual dance

In which both hope and despair lead.

Redemption may not come,

Our hearts may not be freed.

But we may hold onto that

There is a story to be told.

A beginning, middle, and end,

No matter how bored and old.

A journey we must finish,

And memories we will hold.

Two steps forward,

Two steps back.

And so we trek on.