Walking now in those dreaded shoes,
tattered, torn and worn out.
The shoes I laughed at, would never use.
Acknowledged them not, I refused.
What goes round comes round,
it’s just a matter of time.
All things done and said in the past,
have come back to kick me in the ass.
It is said the Lord works in mysterious ways.
He’s showing me through these difficult days,
what it’s like to walk in another mans shoes.
To be downtrodden, used and abused.
Bleak, confused in this very dark place,
hidden away from those on the outside.
Crippled in mind and lost in soul.
I lay stripped in this deep dark hole.
My days go unnoticed in this timeless zone.
Shamed, hopeless, unforgiving of self.
I stay quietly suppressed and remain alone.
Days come and go, always remaining the same.
Finding a way out seems an impossible task.
Driven as I’am, I’ll leave the same way I came.
Help, I need not waste time to ask.
I forged my way out into the light of day.
Touched by the sun, my withering face.
A second chance has come my way.
Once again I rejoin the human race.
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/897-walk-in-another-mans-shoes/
