I

One fine day,

To her dismay,

She found that she was

Missing her shoe,

No, not the pair –

Just the one that would

Ensconce her left foot.

She did what she could,

What you normally would,

When such a thing happens;

She looked for it,

In the most obscure

And random spots

To be doubly sure,

While she held on to the other

In the broken pair.

She held on

For so long,

That it lost

Whatever allure

It orginally held,

And gathered dust

Besides a stale smell,

But she held on,

Or perchance it was

That she forgot.

For, what use a lonesome shoe?

II

What use staying true

To oneself

In a vicious world,

A world that can inflict a sting

So painful, it’d hurt to rise,

From the quagmire of lies

And the burden of being

The lone wolf?

Image Credit: Photo by cam adams on StockSnap