One Sock. No Shoes.
She looks like a skeleton with skin.
Smiling, she says,
“I’m going to rehab tonight!
…But I have no shoes.”
Her smile drops to a frown as her eyes fill with tears that flood down her sunken cheeks.
“Isn’t that pathetic?”
I’m so pathetic.
I can’t even take care of myself.
I have no clue where the shoes I had went.
I just want to be clean and sober.
I feel so stuck.
I hate this.”
I can’t heal the trauma of your life.
I can’t take away all of the pain.
I can’t get you sober.
I can’t and won’t try to fix you.
But,
I have extra time in my day.
I have ears to hear your story.
I have eyes to SEE you.
I have need to receive the countless gifts of your friendship.
I have hope that your addictions and pain will be healed.
I have prayers to accompany the petition of your tears.
And I have an extra pair of shoes just your size.
