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Apr 2019
I left my shoes last night behind a sign
In the dark
They were too tall
Slowing down my swag
And I was high enough
On my cloud
Of my beauty,
My joy and excitement for the things in my life
And the secret victory I keep as if in my pocket
A weight to keep me grounded at this party

But a man needed something
And though I know it wasn't on me
To give him anything
I reached in my pocket,
Gave my special secret a squeeze of hesitance

But because he needed a light of his own
I finally decided to show him the light I had been hiding
Because it was mine

And after my reveal,
As if I handed it to him in secret delight he'd hold it with care
And study it with excitement and curiosity

But instead he couldn't even hold it.
He gave a simple, 'huh'
He looked at its shape and brushed it off like he'd seen one before
As if he knew what was right for me
And my pockets, my secrets, my surprises and feelings

So I put the shadowed secret,
Dimmed of any light
Back in my pocket in pieces

And as I walked my sad walk of regret and question
Why I gave into the pressures and pulls that were not mine to heed to

I looked behind the sign.
Someone had taken the shoes

I'm sure they'll be put to better use
I won't miss them
But I did already miss the light by my side keeping me afloat

I sat in my car with only a lump in my throat
Afraid to reach in and find no hope for repair
Perhaps the pieces had shattered into sharp shards
Waiting to cut me
What others would want for a weapon
When all I wanted was a gift

Before finally checking the damage

I jumped into words
And as I said the secret's script and story
I finished with tears
And a warm glow started to light my dark car

I slowly crept my hand by my side
On the base of my stitched pocket

Ah! My secret had found it's way back home

So, somewhere there's someone walking tall
In the highest of heels

I hope they won't give up their new gift
Which was hid in secret
And they won't give into giving other things they don't want give

Perhaps they are gliding tall with grace
As I and my pocket start to fly again
Theresa
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Theresa
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