Twinkle toes in a starry night,
I look up to see the moon, the clouds mar my sight,
My red shoes are gleaming bright but old,
Sigh! I look at them as life’s stories unfold!
The lessons life teaches you, the tests it puts you through,
You realize the stories you once heard are oh-so-true,
Every phase is so different and new, it’s not always the one you choose,
It’s easy to say ‘if I were in your shoes…’
Wear my shoes, go click ‘em away
Tap the heels the way I do, change your gait,
Remember when I complained of sore toes, those blisters the red shoes gave?
First wear my shoes, then ape the way I sway!
When you ask me: How have you managed high heels all your life?
I say: I just ‘managed’, and I smile!
As I smirk, I think of the cotton balls and band aids I used,
The heel protectors, creams and other add-ons that I just had to…
My shoes are red, with pain and blood,
My heels have cracked, my ankles bled,
The place I am in now, I may not later be,
For I am now in your shoes, you wear mine and let me be!
– Aditi Shukla
[until you get me off my shoes or get into mine]