F

A step
Not a staircase
A step
Not a path
I'm not looking for pavement
Or even streetlights
I don't mind tripping at night
But I'm hungry and cold
And my soul's growing old
In these endless woods
How I long to be good
But I can't find the next step to take
All of my days
Endless the maze
That I trek
My feet are wet
From the blood of the blisters I've  burst
Think that I'm cursed
To wander forever apart
In the endlessly lingering dark.
I'm blinking and breathing
Thinking and teething
New thoughts into the world
But though trying my best
These scratches attest
That I can't find the next stepping stone
Think God has left me alone
And I can't even blame him for that.
Because after wandering for years
Counting miles crossed with tears
I saw footprints ahead
A new path to tread
But hope turned to dread
And I'm lost instead
For sadly, the footprints were mine.