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Looking Ahead

When she was five
the fog
swallowed the world.
All that remained were
the step she on which she stood
and her mother’s hand.
There was no retreat
all that was behind
engulfed
in an impenetrable cloud.
Ahead, a thick wall of doubt.
Her mother’s voice
urged her,
take a step of faith
courage
is measured by the inch.
The path of life, she said
is not found by looking ahead
but by looking within.



Prompt/Week # 20 (12/29)


Title: Looking Ahead
Use the title stated and write a poem inspired by it.
A minimum of 12 lines is required.