My shoes are too big for my feet, and they really hurt. I can never find comfort in their sole
Eventually I started using gel inserts, a clever little way to medicate
My shoelaces have loosened into clumps of string, frayed
So I tie them extra tight, I have to keep them together
I wear my shoes every day at work.
With clothes too baggy, and a sole that can’t mesh with my body
When I get back from the outside, I want to take them off, and take care of my body
But my soreness isn’t just physical, it’s in my sole
Somedays the soreness is so bad I can’t seem to get my body to work.
So, with a hop and a skip and a jump, I grab my gel inserts to medicate
Come on, just one more day, keep it together.
I say as my thoughts scatter, frayed.
It doesn’t make a difference where I am, I feel a frayed
Like my brain is being yanked out of my body
Floating higher and higher into the sky, not together
With everything else, not my body, and not my worn sole
But I make myself do this. People would be disappointed if I medicate
So I try to make it work
For a while I can, but then I just can’t work
out the solutions in my head. My brain is like an egg - frayed
I was sick, so I tried to get better. But now I’m in a hospital and they need to medicate
me. But saying yes feels wrong, like I’m strapped to an anchor and my body
is slipping under the ocean’s surface. It’s utterly alone, I am the sole
Sufferer, though seamen in the world above watch me struggle, together.
I wish I could bring my jagged pieces together
But it might as well be some obscure calculation, one I can’t work
to its conclusion. So I take the cushions I bought for my sole
And I gather myself up, tie the laces even if they’re frayed
I brace myself for the pain, these shoes always hurt my tired body
And I leave things ready for when I return, so I can medicate.
I have to, so I can keep going, so I can medicate
everyone else too. So we can all be happy together.
So even if I feel battered and pained, my body
can rest easy knowing that it did the hard work
and it won’t have to be worried, won’t need to be a frayed
Because it and I know, we saved someone else’s sole
Gathering myself together, I medicate so I can do work
So I can bring the laces of friendship together, so they’ll never be frayed
So when my body breaks, I’ll be remembered for the love in my sole.
This is the third time in my life I've really given an earnest go at a sestina. I kind of liked how it turned out, and since I'm using this place to show the world my bad poetry, I figured I could drop it here too.