A Pair of Shoes
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 women 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.
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 the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
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i don't normally like on line poems or stuff i come across on grieving and what not but this poem was cool so i thought i would post it
the part i agree with is the last. i am stronger bec of it, i faced fears (and still do) but i did it with boat loads of help. i will forever be a mom who lost a child, i will be used because of it. for my god
it's not who i am
but
it has helped make me into the person i am today
He gives strength to those who grow tired and increases the strength of those who are weak is 40:29
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11:46 AM
seeds? check!
foot prints in the garden?
cute little rows?
cute little rows?
