Footprints in the Snow

There are footprints in the snow.
They are larger than my own.
I think it to be fun, jumping from print to print.
Following behind.
Never giving thought to making prints of my own.

There are footprints in the snow.
They are straighter than my own.
I think it to be helpful, following in them.
I will be safe.
Why should I ruin the snow with prints of my own?

There are footprints in the snow.
I see now that they are scattered, hesitant, and the same size as mine.
It is no longer fun. It is no longer safe.
I am scared.
I don’t know how to make prints of my own.

There are footprints in the snow.
I am tied to them.
Always walking in your prints.
Always walking in your shadow.
I try to break free,
And then my feet grow cold.
Suddenly I am stuck in your prints once more.

I need to break free.
I need to make myself leave
Those safe, familiar, unsteady footprints that are buried in the snow.

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