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One Sock. No Shoes.

September 14, 2017 | By | One Comment

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.

 

 

 

Comments

  1. Claire

    That is beautiful.

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