Sure foot

My soles are not sore anymore
Healed wholly from the heel spurs that caused me to 
Miss gym class consistently in the sixth grade.
(That was a year plagued with male attentions
And too much black clothing, women's face paint,
and burn marks on my legs).
I wore thin shoes then;
Pretty shoes for my ugly feet
(Fractions of toenail lost as I was sailing through surgeries)
I thought, "make use of this girlish format!"

My soles are thick now, I tell you assuredly so.
I wear boots by Sorel, and trudge winter trails
I am flown and adrift but still wondering....
"Would my toes not more become a pointed shoe?"
Would I not walk a little quicker and 
Step a little lighter with

Soft brown leather clicking for my cow eyes?

But I say, my soles are thick!
I step on mosses and mountain sides alike,
barefooted and sure of my step!
So my shoes do matter not
As vessels for my ankles and their branching bones
Which on their own so Diligently 
and Proficient do they wander...
I know I should not wonder 
With feet that do wander so.
I know, I know, I really do know.

Reviews

[zainul]

The description and emotion captivated my attention up to the last.
I have surely met a promising poet.:)

[Uoa]

A thousand thanks my friend :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear friend.
It is my pleasure that you are here with your treasure.