It was that way
Walking with,
footprints,
leading the way,
knowing these,
footprints were,
moving in the,
right directional way,
trusting those guiding,
the day
Then visioned
latent print,
confirmed,
braided rope,
not made,
of jute twine,
neither bespoke
Instead a strength,
of braid,
that surpassed
and, stretched,
thicker than any,
secondary sway flex,
durable and,
strong construction,
reduced the stretch
Showing palms,
and hands,
victorious with,
no marks left
Crystal clear,
footprints that
glistened,
someone surely,
listened

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney