with a spring in my step
a sass in my ass
an attitude in my speech
that lit up my eyes
(where do you think the laugh lines come from?)
I wore the shit out of those red pumps
foot stuck in mouth
words over my lips
before I could close them
reflecting shocked looks
(was it really so different from what you thought?)
I miss my red pumps
walking in virgin snow
speaking of truth
sharing experiences
envisioning the future
(are they in the back of my closet?)
I loved those red pumps
raised up at the heel
lifted up in spirit
bubbled up giggles
stared up at the stars
(is it possible they still fit?)
I remember that girl with the red pumps
although I limp a bit now
she lives in me still
the bite of my words
helping me see
(have I come too far from her?)
Writing prompt from Poets&Writers' E-newsletter
