I Am... The Shoes I Walk In
I am...
the shoes that I walk in day by day
where they have been
my mind has once been the prey
finding myself was where to begin
my own soul indeed I had betrayed
there I looked back on the life I had forged
and said to myself
stop trying
stop lying
start reviving
no need to be clones
I am my own beautiful skin and bones
This poem is about:
Me