
A poem for when you’re feeling echoes of the past and the uncertainty of what’s ahead… ⛈️ ✨
What comes after the time
When the waters become shallow
And floating is no longer an option,
When she has to walk
On her own two feet again,
Even as the stones grind
Between her toes
Leaving her soles to bleed,
Leaving storms behind her
For storms ahead?
©Ashley Castle Barnes ~ Cat Lady Poet
In the journey of life, we must eventually trade the resilience of floating for the uncertainty of walking, sometimes despite a harrowing path. Here’s to finding strength in every step.✨ 👣 🚶♀️








