I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.

We walk more carefully but we are stronger now...  {Walking before Diagnosis}
We walk more carefully but we are stronger now…
{Walking before Diagnosis}

No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in these shoes…

{adapted from an unknown source}

2 thoughts on “Pair of Shoes

  1. I liked this. At first I thought you were writing from Abby’s point of view. Like she was describing what walking felt like before being able to explain why it was so painful. Very thoughtful post. Good job. Maybe later when you dig it up from your archives, you can do some alterations and write it from her view point walking with her mom – HER rock.
    You rock Krystal.

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    1. Thanks! It is funny that you said that because I am no poet and writing is just an outlet for me but I have been thinking more an more about my posts and how I speak a lot about how our day to day is from my point of view. I tried a few times to sit and write a post on her behalf, from her point of view and it is much harder than you would think however that has never stopped me before so thanks for the encouragement! I want to be Abbigail’s voice since she can’t speak, so look forward to a post from her perspective!

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