Finding Direction

We are each

A work in progress

Wandering

Down a path

We sometimes can’t even see.

Stumbling

With my eyes closed

Has previously led

To painful falls.

Opening my eyes,

Surveying where I’ve been,

And grabbing

A walking stick of words

Helps make the journey

A little bit easier.

It doesn’t mean

I still won’t go the wrong way

Or stumble;

But at least my eyes are open

And I have a better idea

Of where I want to go.