She wore golden shoes and left a golden trail,
a trail straight with clear skies all the way, never overzealous.
Although pretty, her shoes weren't built for long walking,
they faltered, blisters, and sore heels lead her astray.
Her path now a new, clarity dissipates and life begins its wicked trickery.
She walks now barefoot, terrain alters,
discomfort, pain, and relief are a never ending three.
Yet she is free.
-A.G.
