Each step we take towards the things we want is never effort wasted. You may not see results immediately, but you’re always wearing down the barrier between you and the things meant to find their way home to you.
Wedding Shoes
I’ve worn holes in the soles of my wedding shoes
That’s been running through my mind for a week or two.
Holes in the soles of my wedding shoes.
I spent almost all of my younger years
letting my feet mingle with the ground beneath, bare
Reunited, I’m returning to this practice, refinding my peace
I call it grounding, you call it Jiffy-feet
I’ve worn holes in the soles of my wedding shoes
Allow time for breaking in, adjusting to the new roles we choose
Been wearing out, wearing thin, stuck between two
Stubbornness, or determination, we acknowledge there’s work to do.
Our souls, Swiss-cheesed, wholed as the milk we were born with
Exhale through bubbling up of ex-hails
Hail
verb. To have one’s home or origins in a place
Don’t always recognize the impressions of the places we’ve been
Soles can often absorb a lot of shock.
Souls can often adsorb a lot of shock.
Only worn down, hol(e)y as the church that took the place of the temple within
A lot missing, step-by-step uncovering
I’ve worn holes in the soles of my wedding shoes
Pouring, cold as we said I do’s
I’d walk a million storms, soles worn, if they’d lead me to you.
Wobbly steps like flip-flops wet, learning to walk anew
I’m whole in the soul, broken only now, are my wedding shoes.
Returning to love long abandoned, I’d break in again if I had to.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 