Footprints


These shoes don't leave footprints
They tread so lightly they don't even make a sound
When I put them on I feel calmer and somehow forgotten

These shoes don't leave footprints
My older brother handed them down to me
Reassuring that sometimes silence speaks louder than words ever could

These shoes don't leave footprints
And when I'm lost I lace them tighter
Pound my feet into the concrete
Still leaving no mark behind me

These shoes don't leave footprints
Kicked up on the dashboard in my brother's car
Or tucked quietly under long skirt in the courtroom
My mother on the left, father on the right
If looks could kill
These shoes would be the only thing keeping me alive

These shoes don't leave footprints
But my brother's do
And as he walks up to that stand
I can see him leaving craters on the moon with each step
See him grinding our story into the dirt
So someone might come and read his tracks later
I am so grateful he is here
Because my shoes don't leave footprints

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