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When you stand in the middle
of multiple branching paths,
knowing which one you take
will impact the next several
finite and precious years,
when you are laden with the weight
of all that you carry,
and are called to
the steepest path
by oracles and owls,
never worry how your breath
will manage the altitude,
or whether your heart
is robust enough
to reach the mountaintop.
Traveling is managed
one footfall at a time.
Just take
the next step.
Posted for Mary's prompt at Poetry Jam : Steps
