Her Feet

She looked down at her feet.
She had always hated them,
Hated all feet.
They were ugly
They smelt
They were heavy
And broke things.
She could not love a foot.
Though now she saw her feet anew.
As they grew old
And scarred,
She learnt
To appreciate all they had done.
Beautiful,
They were not;
But they had walked relentlessly,
Taken her to places
Of joy
And sadness
And back again.

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2 Responses to Her Feet

  1. septembersrose says:

    Beautiful 🙂 I think along these lines often concerning hands too

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  2. jfb57 says:

    they are never given the status they deserve!

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