Beneath My Skin

For years the trodden path,
so familiar and at times tough,
had been a comfort zone
for the traveller now outgrown.

The beaten track now behind him
tells his story within,
well-littered by the fallen leaves
to which his soul was fondly cleaved.

The cobbled street ahead
gazed at him cold, with nothing said.
He knows not what awaits
beyond the steps he used to take.