Angry Shoes Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Angry Shoes



He stood on my life
with his angry shoes
booted every dream
kicked every attempt
to be me.
At first I fought
then learned to obey;
and just when he relaxed
I was strong enough
to walk away.
He's been kicking himself
ever since.

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