Barefoot
Can the sole
striking, dragging, lifted
still be considered weary
if just only because
allowed to stand
and pause
This dance, a slide and lilting twist
that bends forward in time and scale
may numb
Skip a beat
to rather grow sore and stiff
cracking and shifting to adjust to the pressure
measured in a smile that carries more weight than the pain
shifting the balance
for all this moving
forward marching
is our greatest privilege
I'll take these necessary steps
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