It seems like it’s always one shoe then another

That drops on the floor up above.

Every time one awakes me, I brace for the other

Dreading fear I’ve had quite enough of.

Why so much fear? This dread is so hard.

The bane of my very existence.

To live my life scared, always on guard

That more shoes will soon fall in an instant.

I was born with this fear frozen in pain

Passed down from past generations

I was born to release this fear that remained

Reconnecting our lost innervations.

Cry, once frozen tears that my ancestors quelled

From the constant travails they once bore

Shake out the fear my grandmother held

When at three, she was forced to ignore.

If I’m brave enough to go back and repair

The damage once done that passed down,

Kindred spirits will dance in my garden, feet bare

No more shoes need be made to cast down.