Footsteps

A past to dread,
A life that was fed,
A leash that was red,
Pure as red.

Paper written in pen,
Always aiming for ten,
Still a young hen,
A silent pen.

A story in book,
Silent hook,
A talking rook,
Questioning what it took.

A goal with questions,
Rising tensions,
No need for pensions,
Ignoring suggestions.