Soaking My Feet

The steep and rocky path
forced a pebble in my shoe.
I ignored the annoyance
as it rubbed blisters into calluses.
Now, standing at a flat crest,
I can no longer bear the pain and
finally sit still
to remove the pebble – 
reaching for my sharpest blade
to whittle away dead skin.

2 comments:

Dammy said...

I love this! read to the end wanting more words to go! :-)

Letitia said...

Thanks Dammy!

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