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If These Shoes Could Talk

Updated on May 23, 2013

We used to run. Every morning, rain or shine we were together, trudging along. I felt your hands, full of life as they lifted me from the closet before nimble toes found their way past my tongue, filling me with energy. I could feel the tendons, as tight as the laces that held us together.

Walking outside as the sun was rising, the world quiet and full of hope as we welcomed the new day. A quick stretch, a few deep breaths of the morning air and we were on our way, heading out for an early dawn journey. Where to today?

We were alive! The splash of the dew drops on a cool summer mornings, the slippery blades of grass clung to my toe and hung on my heel, everything felt new and fresh. Through muddy puddles and wet roads we plunged ahead, steadfast and sure. I slapped the asphalt with confidence and pride as the warming sun grew stronger with each mile.

In the fall, as the weather became cool and the grass turned a yellowish brown, we stayed on course, running through the damp leaves that had collected on the street, the chimneys releasing a steady plume of smoke into the brisk autumn air. I felt the muscles, reactively flexing with each strident step, rhythmic and powerful in their fluid motions.

Winter arrived and we didn’t flinch. Socks, wet from a mixture of sweat and ice, soggy as we ran, the sting of the salt throbbed with each invigorating step as together we slogged through the ice and the chilly waters on the street. Our pace unrelenting as traffic sent slush splashing to the curb, drenching me in the frozen concoction of dirt and grime and chemicals. Oh the rush; running through the elements, stepping over and through any obstacles awaiting us. We were strong! Until we arrived home.

Something changed. Our runs became less frequent and our time less productive. The early morning sun would pass quietly over as you slept. A grief settled over the house like a fog in the trees, lingering…looming. No schedule, no alarms, and no structure. Movements were different, there was no direction, less confidence, with a heavy pain in our gait. My laces became dirty, frayed and mangled as they flopped along clumsily untied. Your feet slithered into my sole, slowly, like slugs sliding under a rock.

We travelled without hope, into dirty bathrooms, unfamiliar floors that were stained with filth and grime. Tap tap tap, I bounced anxiously in dark rooms with strange faces, threatening. Darkness subsided, my soles were creased and bent from the strain, hunched over as tears fell onto my surface like drops of springtime rain. Our hours were erratic, often leaving the house in the moonlight instead of the sun. Our steps steered with sadness, barely lifting my sole while dragging the heel. I sensed the depression in your pulse, the balls of your feet signaling the defeat in your mind.

Wake up! My outsoles faced upwards, the feet inside of me cold and lifeless. The night was dark and quiet, the pain dulled and numb. Finally the sun found us, there was movement. Bright lights, grim faces discussed the fate of the miserable soul who lay slouched on the gurney. I dangled lifelessly, my toes pointing downward as limp ankles had neither the strength nor the will to support the legs connected to them. Weak, in mind and spirit, ready to die from the abuse. Fade to black...

Slow. Our steps were unsteady and shaky. Like a toddler learning to walk, timid feet negotiating cautiously, one in foot in front of the other, again and again, until a comfortable hobble was agreed upon. Over time, the steps slowly became steady. Shuffling underneath the walker, the fluorescent lights bouncing off of the polished floors as machines hummed diligently in the background. Step, slide, step...

We rise with the sun, breathing in the healing powers of morning. We start our journey, our path becoming more familiar each day. We walk, sometimes working up to a gentle jog on good days. There is still a hurt in our steps, baggage that is carried but now it is managed. With each step the confidence returns, slowly. We walk towards a goal, instead of running away from the pain. One step at a time.


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    • weestro profile imageAUTHOR

      Pete Fanning 

      5 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you Carrie, so glad you enjoyed it, and commented! I think I would like your father's painting too!

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      Carrie Lee Night 

      5 years ago from Northeast United States

      Weestro.... you have captured what writing is about ! :) Emotion and connecting people to your words. I really like this creative take on a runner, his shoes, his rise and fall....and then ultimate redemption ! :) Had to do a double-take on the looked like my fathers painting of his wore out sneakers :) Thank you for writing this. Voted up up...and away ;)

    • weestro profile imageAUTHOR

      Pete Fanning 

      5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Paula, I appreciate the kind words! If my shoes could talk they would most definitely say "Your feet stink!"

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      5 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      I enjoyed this very creative piece, weestro. Your talent is shining brightly! You know, I've often wondered about the possibility of inanimate objects "talking." ...In some cases, we're all pretty lucky that they don't !!...LOL

      Simply wonderful writing!.....UP+++

    • Michele Rubatino profile image

      Michele Kaasen Rubatino 

      5 years ago from Seattle, WA

      Love this! Reminds me of what L. Frank Baum author of the Wizard of Oz, had in mind in penning Dorothy's shoes.

    • weestro profile imageAUTHOR

      Pete Fanning 

      5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Highland, and I agree!

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      Highland Terrier 

      5 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

      Excellent, inspiring , hopeful.

      well written and well delivered.

      The ending is very well put, those last three sentences are should become popular sayings of all society.

    • weestro profile imageAUTHOR

      Pete Fanning 

      5 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks Bill, glad you enjoyed it!

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      Bill Holland 

      5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Great metaphor about life, Pete! One day at a time for sure!


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