I have holes in my shoes.
I don’t know how they got there.
The fabric that once protected
my toes now leaves them bare.
As a child we’re surrounded by walls.
But the tall wall once for security will fall.
Our emotions left defenseless.
Our minds forced to pretend less.
Primitive Poetry 
I have a hole in my tennis shoe…I liked how you moved it to a totally different idea and then brought it to rest..full circle.
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Thank you, I like to compare innate things to human emotion and vulnerability.
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hugs that one wrapped around my heart
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