Heaven
When I was little heaven was
cotton candy clouds.
Dead dangling feet
over the edge.
Shoes swaying,
some laces undone.
I misunderstood the idea of soles
being free.
Some were barefoot.
Because who needs shoes
to walk across marshmallows?
I still believe.
I still look up.
Only now I don't search for shoes.
I search for a ladder.
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When I got older heaven was a blindfold.
People died and dissappeared.
Cloud poufs became powder kegs.
Shoes abandoned in the hall
some laces undone.
I misunderstood the idea of souls
no one is free.
We all die barefoot.
Who needs shoes
to rot in a hole.
I don't believe.
I don't look up.
Now I search for rain clouds
and wait to drown.
Copyright © Susie Foster | Year Posted 2023
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