shoes

 I went to the back of my closet

and found a stash of shoes
worn and broken
with holes but no laces
the miles and miles they’ve seen
I remember when i went in circles
ran for my life or to fight
or walked to calm my soul and pray
there, in forgotten shoes
are measured steps of memory
as i loaded them all in plastic bags
to go out in tomorrows trash
I was still yet thankful for them
for a little while they took me on
one more journey
I can let go of yesterday
and keep walking to tomorrow