the path, old unused
overrun with brush–still i
choose this unfulfilled promise
my steps a rhythm
a beat like the human heart
a new view of old vistas
—-
The Secret Keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #24
(5) Words: | WALK | OLD | PROMISE | VIEW | BEAT |
Words and Feathers 
Carving out a form of life yet unlived. Taking your own mold and making your own life. The brush can be easily cleared if your think it through and are not afraid to get scratched up a touch. Where it might take you, how an exciting adventure. Always inspiring in your writing. Love this great #d poem. Quite original and filled overflowing with inspiration. – jk
Thank you very much.