I am wearing a pair of shoes
They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy, pity, confused.
I can tell others are glad they are not their shoes.
I can see it in their eyes. They never call about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are would make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand my shoes you must walk in them.
But once you put them on you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one wearing these shoes.
There are many, may pairs in the world.
Some people like me ache daily as they try to walk in them.
Some people learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn these shoes so long
that some days go by before they think how much they truly hurt.
No one deserves to wear these shoes.
Because of these shoes I am a stronger person.
The shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a person who has lost a spouse.