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New shoes
Newshoes
My shoes were falling apart
I couldn’t keep them anymore
So I threw them away
It felt weird without shoes
But I only had to deal with it for a little while
not long after my new shoes came
They were new and I believed them to be perfect
I loved my new shoes
I wore them everyday
We went on so many adventures
But my new shoes started hurting me
Little by little the sharp edge prodded and poked at my feet
I thought these shoes would never hurt me like the last had
Sometimes people laughed at me and my new shoes
I didn’t care though
I loved them
It’s like they had a mind of their own
My new shoes controlled every step I took
I told them to stop, they didn’t
They knew what was best
My shoes kept pushing me to do things I didn’t want to do
Everyone else noticed it too
They told me to throw out my shoes
I didn’t want to get rid of them
After all I loved these shoes more than any other I’d ever had
I woke up one morning with my shoes gone
I searched everywhere
My shoes had been taken from me
But I didn’t mind
I was happy that they were gone
The prodding and poking had left along with them.
Copyright ©
Isabella Rose
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