Poetry: Worn Out Soles

Worn Out Soles

these feet has stories to tell you
narratives from the footprints it had left
along the rugged pathways of uncertainty
where it stopped for a brief moment; just
admiring the budding vivid flowers that spring brings
while tasting the sweet ripened fruits that summer bears,
then dancing under the withering shades of autumn leaves from deciduous trees
and waving goodbye as the Sun shies away in cold winter's snow and ice,
thanking it for the comforting warmth it has showered


miles of hope this tired feet had walked
mountains of arduous defiance it has conquered
through the days of this lifetime
blistered and bled; of this brown skin
fresh blood of tenacious spirit
yes, that's what i'll call it,
for they have carried this lone body, across deadly seas it has never once imagined going
awakened a courageous spirit i barely knew existed
that was once wrapped in foolish fear
and with mortal words of despair


perhaps you think,
they might have just visited places you did,
but dear travelling feet,
these scars you see bears pieces of tales that only i can speak of
it its true original form, pictures of memories; words of testimony,
that only i can recite
from the depth of fondness this heart holds


so don't come to me saying you know what i've been through
because my shoes bears faded lines of worn soles
that yours don't




By Jessica John Posko💗 J.J. Posko


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