my shoes
worn from years
of walking
running
kicking
tripping
looking for places to step
feeling for solid ground
protecting my soul
from falling through my toes
shoelaces
like my friends
knots tied around their necks
tired of fighting the pulse that they hear
coming undone
breaking out into
songs and screams
yelling into the darkness
"you will not control me
i am stronger than you"
where one day
my shoes
will guide me home
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