Two Different Pair of Shoes
She knew not of a simple life,
only a complicated oblivion-
She sought not material things,
just imagined a good world to live in.
She believed not in herself,
yet in other’s opinions and notions-
She was a compassionate woman,
full of love and devotion.
One day she’d cry,
the next she’d smile-
One day she’d comply,
the next she’d defy.
She wore two pair of shoes.
Each pair for a different mood-
She knew only joy then sadness,
her sanity turns into madness.
One pair red, one blue,
one very high, one too low-
Her inconsistency grew,
here and there, to and fro-
On which path should she go?
One pair shiny, one dull,
one very smooth, one too soft-
Each separate foot left to mull,
she was quite confused too oft-
Downward spirals then aloft.
She knew not of an elementary life,
but knew she had too much to lose-
for she was just a mother and a wife,
wearing two different pair of shoes.
written about my struggle with mental illness.
August 5, 2017
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2017
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