Two Pairs Of Shoes

I own two pairs of shoes,

That hold a little magic of their own

The first pair is my favorite,

Yet is so rarely worn.

The shoes I step into,

Only in my sleep or when,

I get stupid and selfish.

Those are the shoes that,

Fit me perfectly; made for me,

Like "my" pair of shoes.

So often I wish to lend

Them to someone,

Just for a while.

The one I argued with;

Or the one I was judged by; or

The one who fought with me;

Or the one who loved me.

When they think I am,

Crazy or when they,

Think I need to be more mature;

I just want them to

Step into "my" shoes and

See it all.

Feel it all.

My other pair of shoes,

The ones that are more often worn,

And they are a little,

More magical, or so I feel.

I keep them safe and hidden,

Packed neatly in a box.

I take them out when I am

Feeling low and lonely,

I take them out and think

Hard of the person

I love or miss,

Or I fight or judge.

And the magical shoes

Turn themselves into theirs.

I put them on, in my

Silent,cozy room

When I am alone,

Staring into the mirror

Imagining myself, to be.

The one I loved or I missed

Or I fought or I judged moments ago.

The shoes then, make,

Me walk the room like them

See what they see,

Feel what they feel,

Say what they didn't say,

Do what they wanted to.

These pairs of shoes are

Not just any accessories,

They are the reason

I am still loving and missing,

And fighting and judging

And doing it the right way,

For the right people.

These make me see all the

Beauty in a person like they see

Like I see myself

In "my" pair of shoes.