In This Pair Of Shoes
Tell me not mournful sky of your grief,
by Shazzie Telo
You poured rain like daggers.
I pound my chest for I am all forlorn,
For worthy is none to be your relievers.
Your gleaming veils I behold no more,
Nor your beaming light reflecting the shore.
But, never will I be disheartened,
As long as you unfold for another day,
I am strengthened.
I am a dreamer in this pair of shoes,
The path dared travelled by few I choose.
Though you may not cast your light to
be my beacon,
I will go on. I must go on.
You may not bear with me as I make
for a journey,
I’ll take heart in each stride for my dreams
are with me.
Time takes life and youth away,
So, in this pair of shoes I’ll fly and stay.