Trailing

Like a snail
i plod
my destination
to make.
I carry along
all that i need to take.
I look back now and then
at the trails i leave behind.
Some reek of anger
some of hate
a few are uneven
leading to disgrace.
I frown as i look back
on the trails i have left behind
is there not a trail left
that could be followed
in time?
The ones that follow
need trails that will guide .
now i realize
I have
to mend my own life to
leave blazing trails behind.