Follow Your Feet

Foward. Your feet point. They point you in the direction you want to go. You want to go forward don't you? That's not the only direction you need go. Just twist your body around and go back.

Yet Again. your feet point you forward. Yet you are looking back. Is back now forward? Follow your feet. They take you forward.

Sometimes it's In the past where answers may lie. Where forgotten things laid buried. Old memories. The bittersweet, the traumatic, the sad, what angers and the memories we can't forget.

How hard it is, at least for me. To move on from a memory I Don't understand. The past is littered with confusion. All the past is a memory.

How.

If even now I Don't understand myself. Not like I wish I did.

More so when your memory is trying to figure out others.

But figuring out another is impossible. Don't let their actions control your thoughts. Our actions take enough of our time anyway.

I follow my feet. And my heart. Where they take me. I Don't know exactly. But I know and see the path they have lead me on. They lead me to wonderful. So I can't let the pain of the past control me. I'm grateful for the path. So I should let it go.

That's what I try to do.

Forward. No matter which way I face. I have to trust my heart and my path. They will lead me to where I need and want to be.

In her arms.