Missteps

I tripped in the dark, my ankle a flare,

reminded of stumbles that haunt everywhere.

As I limp to the bathroom, the throb drowns the day,

a small cat watches, amused by my sway.

This ache is a marker of paths gone awry,

a lesson in humor, yet I still ask why.

Each misstep a memory, each bruise a tale,

I stumble through life, yet somehow prevail.