The shoes lie by the door,
soft as moss, tired from the day.
They carry the smell of rain,
the earth still clinging to their soles,
laces sprawled wide-mouthed
like sleepy wind tangled hair.
Tomorrow, they will stretch & rise again,
brushing the dust of dreams from their seams,
ready to walk the world
with tired, but hopeful feet.
They will walk forward,
knowing the world will ask too much of them
and they will go anyway.
Hey loves,
Thank you so much for all the sweet love on Fairies Armpits & Custard Apples and February Ins & Outs! I honestly put so much heart and time into every post, sometimes too much (oops), but seeing your comments and support totally makes it worth it. I’m just so grateful to have you all here with me. Thank you again! 💖
Simply perfect! I nearly cried for the dedication and self-sacrifice of this dear, wet pair of shoes!
Lovely poetry, my friend!
Blessings and MUCH LOVE!
~Wendy💜
A great poem and I love what you did with your shoes 😊