Glass Shoes

I have never worn glass shoes

But rather torn up sneakers

Too small

Too tight

Too broken

To fit

And I am still walking

I have never worn glass shoes

And sometimes no shoes at all

Carrying in my foot the tacks of the road

The splinters of struggle

The pebbles of the present

The scars of the past 

And I am still running

I have never worn glass shoes

And yet I see the light at the darkest hours

In my great endeavor I still struggle

But I know that I will have someday worn those glass shoes