High Tops

The shoes I am wearing today, we
carry years together.
Worn through inspiration
and elation.
Heartbreak; death.

Recovery and recuperation.

One season I fashioned a portrait
of my left shoe
in charcoal: an ode
to my material companions,
though they did not fit when I bought them.
A whole size too big
I bought them
anyway,
(I really wanted a new pair of blue shoes that day)
and I painted birds all over them
so they looked like
mine
and I walked in them
with pride.

Still, they are too big, but they are my own.
Whether I have grown into them

or they have grown onto me

I will not know.

They are 

dirty and worn, but 
they are mine. They
were expensive and not perfect, yet
I persist:

Some unidentifiable identity struggle that matters
to no one 
but myself
until, once in a blue moon, someone tells me

they like 

my sneakers.

Reviews

[Seashell]

Fabulous...My passion.......shoes.
You described true feelings for shoes...a thing not all can appreciate..
I can
Thanks
Babs xx