The eleventh blog in the series ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐๐ด๐บ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐บ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฅ๐ข
In life’s worn shoes, too small, I used to tread,
A phase of life, like shoes, had outgrown thread.
The pain of squeezing into what won’t fit,
In shadows cast, my spirit took a hit.
Each step a struggle, in my shoes of old,
Like depression’s grip, its story left untold,
For comfort’s sake, I’d stayed within that space,
But life had more in store, a different grace.
Depression, like a shoe, too tight to bear,
Its weight upon my soul, a heavy wear,
I yearned to shed its grip, to break its hold,
To find a brand-new shoe, a heart consoled.
To free myself from pain, I had to part,
With shoes that no longer fit, a wounded heart,
To give them to another, let them roam,
And find the perfect fit, my spirit’s home.
In shedding old shoes, pain begins to cease,
A brand-new pair brings freedom, inner peace,
A perfect fit to step into the light,
Depression’s grip released, a future bright.
So, let the too-small shoes of sorrow go,
And step into the life you’re meant to know,
With shoes that fit just right, you’ll find your way,
To brighter skies and sunlit, hopeful day.
