These Heels by Marisa Tipton

These Heels

by Marisa Tipton

I have nowhere to be I have no one to see She is out like a light And she was mostly a delight

I am typing this now With a furrowed brow Wearing these heels Loneliness giving me chills

I was once driven and mad With goals and dreams to be had Now I am on my own Pretending to be wanted and catching a whiff of his cologne

Knowing full and well I was only under his spell Recognizing my self worth Like a whole new me is ready to be birthed

These heels have been stagnant The owner consistently absent Unable to show confidence Especially not in abundance

But here I am today No matter what, I’ll be okay Because I am a survivor No longer under fire

Able to breathe No longer able to deceive My own worth and being Ready to start believing

In the me That is meant to be The future life To continue without strife

Feeling truly alone No longer a Queen on her throne The want for survival A constant internal uprisal Kaleidoscope