New Shoes
My new shoes came in today.
After what felt like a hundred months of waiting.
They were just sitting there, anticipating—
looking forward to all the new adventures
and traveling.
I could not wait to put them on.
But first, I had to
stop escaping.
From my past.
From certain people and places.
So I walked barefoot for a bit—
felt the grass and dirt between my toes
while stretching.
I kept going until I saw something.
There were my old pair of shoes
at the side of this bridge.
Never realized how torn and tattered
they had become.
Why did I wear those for so long?
They had holes in the soles,
and the rest was barely staying in place.
I was glad to say farewell
as I tossed them in a nearby trash bin.
I then washed my feet
in the pond underneath the bridge,
then happily ran across
to meet my new pair.
They were so soft and comfortable
as I put them on.
Perfect balance—
I even felt taller.
Amazing what happens
when shoes come in at the right moment.
Like a guide through the journey
of life,
love,
and every transition.
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