Lay your head down and rest.
Those blisters hurt, don’t they?
“But they’re so beautiful. How could they make me bleed?”
She said faintly.
I pulled her hair back
And tucked it behind her ears.
“I know . . .
But it is time for you to heal now.
Remember, darling, even red bottoms are painful,”
I replied.
Shoes to Fill is a collection of poetry about breaking and becoming through love and loss. Every page is hopefully giving a voice to the voiceless and teaching people that sometimes even silence is the best form of healing. We must walk miles in other’s shoes to understand their pain.
