These Old Shoes

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If you were to walk into my world, and step into my worn out shoes

The first thing you’d notice is how the night is bright.

Colorful hues from the rays of the blazing sun illuminate the shadows.

Pillars of clouds, now cover the ground, and the stars are twinkling stakes

These give guidance in the darkness, not of sight, but of mind.

I cannot be selfish with this paradise I’ve found; otherwise I would not have been shown this  glorious ground.

When these shoes were brand new, they had no direction, they were shiny, but painful, and my spirit was blue.

I could show you my life if you walk in my shoes, but my feet are very tired; now sore and bruised.

4:25 PM

Vera Robinson  © 2015