These Shoes,

I walk down the ever so long sidewalk,
I hear their laughs,
I see their glares,
I smile and say, "You couldn't last a day in these shoes."
They growl, they grin,
Yet they wouldn't know where to begin,
They'd trudge, they'd whine,
And at last, I couldn't claim those shoes mine,
I'd pay the fine,
These shoes,
With their tearing patches, brokeness, and discoloration,

The sols even hold a bit of deterioration,
These shoes which have climbed, ran, and wreak of mother nature's sweet night fall,
Can they make it, or will they stall?
Yet I am not answered, for I am to but know,
That someday I will grow,
And find a dream of my own,
I wonder why everything is unknown,
However all I know is these shoes are mine,
And I look back down to the sidewalk,
I hear them snicker,
I sense their glares,
I smile and say, "You couldn't last a day in these shoes."
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Lately I have become more attached to the thoughts I can express in poetry. How I can perceive my thoughts in a metaphoric way enthralls me. I've been obsessed with reading the poems of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. I am but inspired to write my thoughts out. I want to impact all of you in a way. I want you to feel the sense of love and care and "I've been there" moments with me. We are one, we are united, we are together. So I strongly tell you to pursue your dreams in this reading, you can do it! I am shouting it out to you, I have faith in you. Confide in yourself, or a piece of paper, or do what you love. You got everything to gain, and nothing to lose, nothing, for you have the power...

--daviduh.