The Ocean is Calling (And Other Poems)

My Combat Boots

(Written by Sofia)

My combat boots have gone dancing with me
They have skipped and swayed and twirled
They have danced down hallways
And with friends
And in the rain
My combat boots are frayed on the edges
The insides are peeling
The soles thinning down
The colors worn
My combat boots have gone many miles
They have walked down city sidewalks
They have traveled through states and countries
They have stayed with me in new places and old
My combat boots are beautiful colors
They are pinks and tans and yellows
They are blues and greens and blacks
They sparkle and shine
Even if the colors have dulled
My combat boots are the comfiest shoes ever
They are soft and gentle
They are free and protecting
And they aren't quite the shape they used to be
My combat boots do not look combat boots
They do not have laces
Or thick soles
But never doubt them
I am conquering the world with them
One step at a time