Taking a Walk

I'm taking a walk down this shrouded, dark path again. I can see the footsteps I left behind but they veer off in a different direction this time. I'm going down a new path although it seems all too familiar. In my hand a candle gives me its light, the yellow flame flickering as I move. The small halo of light lets me see where I'm going if only a foot or so in front of me. There's a small comfort in that. The light is beautiful in this thick shroud around me. Looking down I see footsteps left behind by me and realize that I'm traveling down the same path only this time I can see. This tiny, flickering, flame somehow made the path appear different than before. Shadows are held at bay (even though they still reach for me), the cold bites at my skin reminding me like an old friend, and footprints leading me to the same end.

No. This time will be different. The outcome will not simply deliver itself. I will arrive at it upon my say so and arrive at WHAT I want.

.....only the foolish have nothing to say.