Do You Know Where Footprints Come From?

I have completed
what I set out to do
today... first, I listened
to voices that promised me
struggle. Not everyday but this
day, fog rolling in, the sound
of winter in the distance.

Next, I interrogate the world-
who are you? why am I allowed
to live? Why do you keep me
from sleeping? Apparently, there
is more joy in mystery than fear.

Then the pages open, the door
swings wide. All glittering-white
cold and lovely; not a single foot
to mar perfection's beauty. Take
that step, the voices urge, this
is your life.