They say "walk a mile in my shoes" to understand someone.
But what if,
Instead of walking in your shoes,
I walk in your same steps.
See the pace of your walk,
The rhythm of your feet.
Learn the route in your mind.
Stop where you stopped,
And try to see why.
Was it your heart?
Your body?
Your lungs?
Your being claiming for air,
For a moment to mortality.
Or was it the moment.
The place in time,
The beauty of nature,
The voice of a divine,
A serenity in this small eternity
That caused you to stop.
Don't walk a mile in my shoes;
Follow my footsteps.
See what I see.
Hear what I hear.
The rhythm of my feet,
The pace in my walk.
Enter my same dimension through the ritual of repetition.
Could the things that stopped me
Be visible to you?
Could you hear the whispers of the wind?
Feel the kisses of the rain?
Could you see my shadow taking in this moment?
Follow my steps,
And enter this small eternity
In the ever rushing river of time.
You don't need to be me,
Understand me.
Don't force yourself in my shoes.
Don't force yourself in this role that you were not meant to play, just to see through my eyes.
Listen to my words.
My eyes see the colors of universe,
And the tips of my fingers play with the fabric of the muses.
Do not try to take my place.
Instead
Follow me.
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While We're Alive
PoetryDeath and Life surround us- they always have. And while we live day-by-day, there are times where we are conscious of our own mortality. We must remember to enjoy and love life while we are alive. Compilations poems dedicated to self loving, and the...
