Footprints

The footprints found their circled way,
around my soul and self,
but they displayed another shape,
which did not fit with truth.
Could I then walk as others did,
and fit my shape to theirs,
or put my otherness upon their form;
to honour who I was?
This question held its head up high,
and taunted all my fears,
for there could be no other way;
to walk, than who I was.