Poetry Month – I wanted to contribute one of my poems and speak about an important issue to me, Domestic Abuse.
This poem came to me after I drove a woman to her mother’s, her suitcase and two boxes all she had “escaped” with, and her life, of course. She told me her mother didn’t understand and she told her mother, “if you could just spend a day in my shoes, you’d see why these feet have to run.” It made me think of why we might all stand to benefit for a moment in an abused person’s point of view, “the shoes.” I’ve slipped into them. I hope others will try it, first of curiosity, then empathy, then activism, hopefully. First appearing on Jenna Brooks website for END THE SILENCE, Oct 2014.
IN MY SHOES
There’s validity in misunderstanding.
Truth and tolerance are bunions wedged
beside apathetic calluses as
corns brave the squeeze
of an ill-fitted life.
To walk in another’s shoes is
inconvenient; worse, frustratingly
impossible to forgive what
cannot be felt. Trust is
a narrow, custom order.
“Tough as leather;” just a saying,
but eventually expensive for
orthopedic empathy when
the pinching, painful shoes
are revealed as yours.