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TIGHT SHOES

TIGHT SHOES

At night she puts the tight shoes by her bed

And dreams of running

When she awakes in the morning

She gets out of the safety of her bed

Puts on the tight shoes

Just to remind her that she’s walking

She used to nip her self

Scratch and cut her self

Look in the mirror for hours

And not see her self

Wondering where she had gone

Now she puts on tight shoes

First thing in the morning

To remind her that

She doesn’t fit

But at least she’s walking.

◄ THE DOLL

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Comments

Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 17th Apr 2017 04:06

Wonderful!
Many layered; sensitive; clever metaphor; well-written.
Now I'll have to read your other poems, Ian.
So pleased to have found your work.?

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