Footprints Behind Me
A Truth of Me
I see,
I learn,
I read,
And I ponder, endlessly.
There is nothing set in stone,
Not to me.
I hold dear the eraser, and the chisel.
I have learned many truths,
That turned out to be... temporary.
Understandings of the moment.
None have proven to be... universal.
The tide changes the beach, ever,
Imperceptibly.
But change it, it does,
Often beyond my understanding.
What I see in front of me,
That is in front of me,
And not the entirety.
Most of what is, exists beyond me.
I do not see the changes I make,
The footprints of my passing,
Because they are behind me.
I am a tide. I rarely remember that.
The butterfly effect is never seen by the butterfly,
Or the one that passed on over it.
I have changed lives,
As others have changed mine.
Few of us aware of the doing,
But often, blindly, we blame,
Innocently or not.
We blame forward,
Because we do not look behind us,
At our own footprints in the sand.
I have learned that love is not eternal,
But often fondness remains instead.
I have learned that what I have felt,
And learned, and loved, and held dear,
And I was taught to believe,
Often became untrue.
Often. How often I use that word.
How often my life has revolved around it,
Even unbeknownst to me.
Often, it seems, uses me more than I use it.
I realize of myself that I am no longer who I used to be,
But know that others, society, will never forgive me,
For who I used to be. Revision, not often in the ability.
There are records that never can be changed, willfully.
Forever blamed for my... chemistry.
I see. I've seen.
I learn. I've learned.
I read. I've read.
And I've pondered, endlessly.
I have learned many truths,
Often they turned out to be... temporary.
There is nothing set in stone,
Not to me, or for me,
Except my own history,
Which I do not myself own.
Apparently.
And still—
I have yet to discover one that is... universal.
Or eternal.
But all I can do is go on as me,
And try to be more aware,
Of my footprints behind me.
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