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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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