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Stepping into his shoes

I tried running 

and stumbled 

I tried walking 

incapable of even a mile 


They were heavy? yes

They were uncomfortable? Yes 

They weren't fitting me? Yes 


Gazed at my feet 

they were damn ugly 

Stood there wondering 

how could he do it with such ease?


He could run 

while sick 

He could walk 

regardless of loads

 

He made it look simple 

with a calm and peaceful face

 

He proved the overrated world of patriarchy and misogyny incorrect 

by just being in those shoes 


Stepping into my pappa's shoes was damn difficult for me. This poem is dedicated to my pappa.


pic credit: Google images

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  1. Nice one. Reminds me of this.
    "Just because someone bears it well doesn't mean it is not heavy"

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