Down in the depths of you,
Underneath the soles of your shoes,
In every keepsake I go through:
Here lies everything you used to do.
I’ll find in this a secret strength...
Just to know who you are
I know, I know, you are
You are strength,
And beat-up shoes.
You’re the kind or crazy things you’d do.
I pretend I know you, through and through.
The pictures, in this album I look through,
They tell me what you are,
And they say a thousand words, they do
But a thousand words cannot embody you.
Red lips, wild hair, tennis shoes
Can they capture your strength?
I wish I knew your strength
How to go through what you went through
I smile and try on your shoes
Try to feel your soul, wherever you are
But I cannot find you
What should I do?
Whatever I do
I try to be strong
I try to walk like you
Whatever I’m going through
Whoever the strongest are
I wear their shoes
Curled up now, in a closet with these shoes
I pretend that I can remember, that I do,
That I know just who you are
It takes a lot of strength
It’s a lot to put myself through
And, Mom, I just wish I’d met you
I try to walk in your shoes, but I cannot find the strength
I try to do what you do, but I cannot get through
I try to be who you are, but I am not you
I recommend Shadow Poetry. They have a really nice little ditty on sestinas under poetry types; I found it most wonderful. So... thank you, Shadow Poetry. You're really helpful.