The Path You Breathe

The Path You Breathe

Let it flow. Let it go.
Every road begins below.
Not with maps or path ready shoes
but with the silence you refuse.
The sunrise doesn’t beg to teach.
It shows the truth you cannot reach.
You speak of light, but fear the shade.
You preach of peace you never made.
The path won’t wait. The path won’t shout.
It winds through everything you doubt.
It’s not the trail you think you see
it’s every breath you failed to be.
Spring will bloom, and summer boast.
But autumn listens. Winter hosts.
The leaves that fall don’t ask to stay.
They give their color, then decay.
So walk it slow, with open tread.
Bury the lessons you misread.
And God help the step
that never touched the ground
or the breath that passed
but never made a sound.