The Way I Couldn't See Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Maybe, within the roads that
turn, tumble and tanker;
they start to see and combine the fierce
fortress of destination.

Maybe I pretend to be here in your
years to tell you the long road
is not but never ending tales of trails
but sometimes of footsteps grown trapped.

Though in its purpose to stall,
it needed memories of fighting forward.

Tramples of that turning fatal decision
to bury its feet in the sand,
there came a path that was not mundane.

I can despise the planier areas of life and death
I could hurry past you and tell you that
all is but a single wasted breath.

Yet to all that turns, tumbles and tampers
with my every decision to give you haste
of imagined moments where I see lightness
and you can too if you moved the way I wanted you to.
I often see paradise in your path.

It wasn't that I needed to be there.
It was that I saw your features and I thought
What if I could only pick up your pace.