Shoeless.

All they do is restrict us.
Enclosed in such a tight space
All we want to do is
Get out.

Callused. Scarred.
That's the answer.
Learning lessons.
Where to step.
What to watch out for.

If we're always protected,
How are we supposed to learn?
To grow?

How are we supposed to face a world
With thorns and burrs
With soft feet?


I long to be barefoot.