Baby Steps

My path uncertain
I continue forward
My progress unmeasured.
Have I gained at all
Some distance
From my past?
It appears not.
The road seems smooth
Until I trip upon
Some rocks of regrets.
My momentum lost
As I am weighed down
By pockets filled with
Memories.
“Let go!”
I ask the bitter wind
As it tangles it arms
About me.
“I have somewhere to be.”
My voice is commanding.
Suddenly the branches
Of my past
That hindered me slip away
And at last
I am free
To be me.

An Original Poem by Me