Guidance

I look to my feet for guidance,
Sometimes the foundation is key.
I study the lines that are cracked and dry,
The soft contours and pink skin,
The scars of the roads traveled,
And the toes that have left prints.
They tell me stories as I watch them;
Like the night a shard of glass found refuge inside,
And festered for days,
Before the light gleamed just right over it,
And it revealed itself to me.
I look to my feet for guidance,
Sometimes foundation is the key.
I want to see that gleam of glass again,
But the hurt is still too deep inside.