My feet feel different

 

They’ve grown bigger

 

I don’t fit my shoes.

 

My toes have to curl to fit

 

My heels can feel the rubber.

 

I put on a different pair,

 

A bigger pair, mature pair.

 

Right first then the left.

 

I take my first steps

 

Like a baby

 

The fit is better.

 

I walk

 

Around my room

 

Around my history

 

Where I’ve been

 

From the lands of fairy tales

 

To the lands in the next country.

 

I leave home

 

To go to the street

 

I don’t have anything with me

 

But my self

 

And my feet.

 

Where should I go?

 

I go to school

 

I stop scribbling with jumbo crayons

 

I  write with a pen

 

I stop sulking and sobbing over spilled milk

 

I cry over heartbreak and rejection

 

I stop dreaming about what ifs

 

I get my work done.

 

I look back.

 

The home I left

 

Has disappeared from view

 

I see a new home

 

On the nearby horizon

 

I’ve come a really long way.

 

My feet feel

 

Different

 

A bit worn in from the worn out shoes

 

I’m not the same person

 

As when I started.

 

To grow I had to outgrow my shoes.

 

They don’t fit again anymore.

 

But I have a feeling

 

A new pair is on its way

 

All I have to do is keep walking.