In My Own Shoes

In My Own Shoes

I've been
Drug through the trenches
Beaten senseless by
Daily occurrences...

With subjects and verbs I sit anxious
Waiting for the opportunity
To breathe again...
No matter how deep
How shallow
Or how long life will allow me to do so

I weep constantly
Not out of sadness but
In anticipation of the moment
That the plan God has for me
Will become clear
And oxygen fills my lungs more often...
So that my gasps of breath
Are no longer few and far between
And I can finally fly over the mountains
Whose valleys I've looked up from
Through each step of my journey...
Of trying to fit
Into my very own shoes

- Don Savant ©2015