My shoes of dazzling diamonds
Have spikes on the inside;
The beauty I see when I walk
They turn into scorchingly painful nightmares;
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My dresses, which like spring waters flow –
Were hand-woven from living adders;
When I walk, their touch makes my skin crawl
And my veins – overflow with venom;
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My smile is the gate to my heart –
It’s a scar that refuses to heal,
Proudly showing itself to the world as I walk;
I once believed naively that scars, too, had appeal;
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My eyes from two grains of grey sand
Have grown into two mountains of granite;
I carry my mountains wherever I walk,
And dance on their slopes with bleeding feet,
A crippled smile, wearing Cinderella’s cerement
Much pain exposed in the lines of this verse…may peace be with you.
Thank you for reading fearlessly through those painful lines and for being there for their author :). Much love and my best wishes to you, my friend!