"My Shoes"A Poem by SpeakingWordsMy thoughts I had to let out.“My Shoes”
I’m shouting out
screaming out. I’m begging on my knees Oh Dear God
please help me out. Take this all away. Take this pain and take this fear. Wash my hands and take this sin. Cleanse me
from this mess I’m in. I've lost my way
every day, slipping further from where I came. I cannot find
where to go. I try so hard to find that light. I try so hard to
tell myself that thing will be alright.
Oh Dear God
please tell me you can hear me. I’m crawling in the dark. I cannot see
what you see and my friends they cannot feel what I feel For if they did
maybe they would understand the way I am. Why I say the
things I say, and why it is I’m always tired. They would find
out it’s because I cry and cry before I go to sleep But before I go
to sleep I always start to think and when I think I start to weep And when the
tears stop coming down my dry eyes are forced to close And even then in
my dreams I cannot turn it off
I often wonder
why it is I feel this weight, why on my shoulders it chooses to take its seat. No one bleeds
the same blood. No one has the same things to go through. It’s inhumane to
tell someone to not complain. Suffering is
suffering and pain cannot be compared. Do not bring the
orchestra out. There is no need to play me a sad song. Just don’t tell
me it’s not so bad.
Don’t you dare
tell me to walk in someone else’s shoes Because I have
to walk in the shoes already on my feet. They’re double
knotted and one size too tight and my god they are not coming off. I have the life
I have and I have the pain I have. All my problems their only mine So I’ll keep
trudging through this trail but Oh Dear God it’d
sure be nice if you could give me just one good sign.
-A.M.
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