TIGHT SHOES
TIGHT SHOES
At night she puts the tight shoes by her bed
And dreams of running
When she awakes in the morning
She gets out of the safety of her bed
Puts on the tight shoes
Just to remind her that she’s walking
She used to nip her self
Scratch and cut her self
Look in the mirror for hours
And not see her self
Wondering where she had gone
Now she puts on tight shoes
First thing in the morning
To remind her that
She doesn’t fit
But at least she’s walking.
Frances Macaulay Forde
Mon 17th Apr 2017 04:06
Wonderful!
Many layered; sensitive; clever metaphor; well-written.
Now I'll have to read your other poems, Ian.
So pleased to have found your work.?