Night Shoes
By day, wearing shoes flat or heeled,
I have a shyness I cannot conceal.
Come the night, my shoes are spiked
and so is my shown 'boldness' delight.
No more daytime as a wallflower
when at night I dance with raw power.
No more daytime using fine manners
when at night I toss such prim standards.
No more daytime speaking when spoken to
when at night I voice my point of view.
In spiked shoes, I live nights without constraint,
acting in ways that paint my day-self quaint.
... CayCay
May 26, 2019
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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