My feet shuffle the dirt as my legs grow weary
and the dust that my heels kick up make my vision unclear.
My next step is hard to see.
I know where I am headed
but can’t seem to figure out the way the get there.
I ask questions but no one answers me.
Silence begins to muffle my thoughts.
So I try again, shuffle, shuffle.
More dirt and now I am covered in dust
I don’t even look the same
and I began to not recognize myself.
The dust fills my lungs and I can no longer breath on my own.
I feel out of control and panicky
so I sit down and stop trying.
Out of frustration I sit.
And then… the dust settles.
I wipe my brow and begin to see the path I was walking.
My feet never wavered from the direction I was heading
and there I find my future interrupting my rest.