Treasure Island

Lyn Paul

(17.03.1965 / Certainly Not Memory Lane)

Turned Around

I lost my family long ago
To someone that, I now do not know
I gave my all and built a strong home
Where happiness grew and friends would rome
Now years have past and things have turned around
My shoes do not fit, and there is no solid ground
My powers are lost. The fairy has gone
Not needed much and so often thought wrong
I held out my hand, yet it was taken from me
But I could feel my way. I could... still see
Inside still, .. my wand does glow
Believing in only.. tomorrow
I know one day... the shoes will fit once more
Exactly how they were... those years before.

Copyright Reserved May 2014

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 06, 2014

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I have never been good with shoes. Love them yet sometime don't think they're for me.

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  • Valerie Dohren (4/23/2013 10:09:00 AM)

    I think we all buy (into) shoes which don't fit properly - we can either throw them out or try and stretch them to make them fit better. Great metaphor, great poem Lyn. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (4/21/2013 11:38:00 AM)

    If the shoe fits, still go barefoot!
    Some were born to follow in someone elses shoes.
    I was born to run barefoot on the grass,
    I was born to feel the sand of beaches between my toes,
    I was born to step in the cooling warers of mountain streams on a hot summer's day.
    My feet have hrown strong and in ways that will never fit in shoes (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/21/2013 4:27:00 AM)

    Agreed with Shahzia, when i was reading this, i think about CInderella....who knows you are a creator of elastic glass shoes that can fit you ant time...we should not blame our feet because because of it we able to stand and walk in this is never a same shoes for us to wear, we need a comfortable one that last longer even thought it not made of adorable moderate is always help you to find your perfect fit shoes...otherwise think about my idea, elastic cinderella's shoe hahahaha Joking_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/20/2013 12:10:00 AM)

    Lyn Paul, do you think that you have never been good at handling issues well? The poem is stark straight though with a central metaphor running in the lines, the first reading dawned as a modern version of Cinderella, and the 2nd reading reminded me of Beckett's lines: blaming on your shoes the faults of your are handled as a right symbols for problems...! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (4/18/2013 7:09:00 PM)

    Thanks Lyn, shoes are the perfect analogy to the problems we sometimes have with relationships.
    (I try to avoid shoe 'sales' - always regret my impulse buys) . (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/18/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    A lovely but sad poem. I've worn walking boots for months as we've had rain from autumn to spring in the UK. A lovely write (Report) Reply

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