Empty Shoes

Empty Shoes

I dreamed with eyes wide open

Of patent leather shoes

Ten tiny fingers trembling

Not knowing what to do

Unfastening silver buckles

And removing lacy socks

Wiggling toes and running

Far past the hollyhocks

Seemed the right decision

For her impending doom

Came with great foreboding

Each day inside her room

With subliminal murmurs

Inside her tiny ears

Should you ever tell of me

You’ll surely disappear

Making her much smaller

Than she had ever been

Sinking slowly sinking

Into a place within

Void of all that feeling

So cold and dark inside

In this space she could erase

The monster for a time

She then grew into a woman

With scars upon her chest

Failing to embrace the love

Of those who loved her best

Then choosing so unwisely

She held the hand of fate

Loved and lost at such a cost

Due to the heartache

Of walking in the shadow

Of that broken inner child

Trembling in the darkness

Longing to run wild

Still pulling at the buckles

Of patent leather shoes

Ripping at those goddamned socks

With nothing left to lose

Now running past the flowers

Unafraid of bees

Unafraid of skinning

Her tiny little knees

No more heavy murmurs

Inside her little head

Because the fucking monster

That tore at her is dead

Now her heart surrenders

She’ll love and never lose

And when I think of her again

I’ll see those empty shoes

And smile

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on May 22, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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