You and I are quite a story
Since the beginning of time,
We seem to be so incomplete without you,
An unfinished statuette on display
We’d be otherwise;
No life on our own-
Except for being crushed
Underneath your feet, and
Standing the ravages of uneven earth.
With the sole purpose of serving you,
Protect or glorify
You may call it,
But we know
Absorbing all the sweat and pain
Then discarded to a cold night on a rack
A history of agony, paramount fortitude
Unwritten, long forgotten
But was n’t easy.
Will remember our protest
That we wanted to speak out
Since the beginning of time;
We did n’t draw the equator,
We were simply born on the other side.
If we don’t have a life without you,
So do you, without us.
Though the subject of this weekend’s poetics was to write about memories with shoes, I took a different perspective of story telling from the point of view of shoes. I just couldn’t miss the chance of not using such a opportunity of using such a powerful theme as metaphor. Hope you have liked my poem.