I Wish I Were A Shoe


by Annia Rosa

Sometimes I wish I were a shoe
At least I'd be a pair
At least I'd have a friend to see
And someone's bound to wear
Me and my pair or if not that
Then toss us both away
With all the other pairs of shoes
That might have been forgotten

Sometimes I wish I were a sock
For very much the same
At least I'd have a friend to mock
And then I'd be exchanged
I'd find new matches, some the same
Some entirely new
But at least I wouldn't be alone
With such a melancholic view

I wish I were a grain of rice, 
Maybe corn, or maybe grapes
They never seem to be alone
Or without a friendly face
They never seem to stay at home
With nothing on their plates
They never spend the day alone
And everyday just the same

Better still, I wish to be
Some molecule of water
Through thick and thin
They stick together—
And water from the fridge
Must never look at
Water from the tap
And yearn like so—

But I cannot be like water
And I cannot be like rice
Or like corn or like grapes
Or like socks or like shoes—
So I must be like me.
How can it be, 
How can it be, 
That I have sole
Where shoe does not?

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Writers Bio

Born in Cuba, raised in the United States, I have always felt like I didn't quite belong to either one. But I don't know anything. I don't know myself. I don't know other people. I'm just trying to survive in this world with these people who do things.


Inspirational ImageDiscarded by Karpati Gabor by Karpati Gabor

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'Tourniquet'
by Mandy Foster

'Detritus'
by Harmony Hodges

'Style'
by Richard Donnelly


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