The Journey of ‘I’

I look down and realize there’s a pair of feet
I wiggle my toes then giggle to myself
I admire the sparkly sandals, it’s so cute
I took one step forward and then another
I found it fun but knew it could be better
I start to quicken my pace
I wore sneakers for maximum comfort
I was running and running and running
I came to a halt, it was fine
I walked carefully and then aimlessly
I was dragging my feet for a while; not until
I discovered the stairs I’m meant to climb
I set my eyes on it, I’m getting there
I felt coldness, first on my soles then all over
I soaked them in a deep puddle
I stepped away as quickly as I can
I did not want to stop
I continued, not marching but stomping
I hated how wet my socks are
I persisted and then sprained my ankle
I stopped, sad — sat and stayed.