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

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