“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Best Intentions


I took my heels out,
intending to donate them.
I was not ready.

Ten years have gone by.
Someone could put them to use.
I know that but still ….

My heels remain here
where I can touch and see them
until I let go.


Muffie said...

OMG!!! I just wrote my blog post before reading yours, and talk about great minds...

I wonder if the shoes are merely symbols of our unwillingness to be resigned with our fate!

Whatever, mine still remain, also!

Gail said...

Oh my, such an emotional nerve about shoes. I miss my shoes so much. Now I wear only one pair and some times another - neither of which are classy or God forbid - sexy! I love your heels Judy - I have a pair of cowboy boots I can't let go of.
Love to you

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Muff, our timing is uncanny but I suspect we female MSers think about our heels at least once a year. I suspect I keep mine in part because deep down I'm still hoping I can use them again. Hah! I'd need full body pads to avoid serious injury.

Gail, back when I wore heels, I didn't think I had such an emotional attachment to heels. In fact, I probably looked forward to kicking off my heels at the end of the day. But, see, it was a choice back then. That makes all the difference.

Andaje said...

My old running outfit is my "shoes" - still in my open closet as running is not possible any longer.

The long tights and one of the thermal sweater shirts had a "second life" this summer on the sailing trips as they helped me stay warm (multi layers of clothes) during cold weather/nights - suddenly I was happy that I was clinging on to the appearal for years

Karen said...

Ah yes...shoes! I have finally disposed of all my heels, even my Manolo Blahnik's. It was just too difficult for me to see them in the closet. I do have photos of them all though!

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Anne, I wish there were a second life (for me) with my heels, but I suspect the only second life they will have is if I donate them.

Karen, I'm still stuck with not wanting to let them go because it feels like I'm giving up. As if I have a choice in whether I have MS or not. Maybe, this poem is my first small step toward the act of donating them.