Synthetics carefully wrap my feet,
To protect them,
To help them,
To let me move with comfort and sureness.
I set forth, trusting my cozy shoes to keep my feet safe
As I pound the pavement in search of fitness.
Lungs are on fire.
Shins are screaming.
Muscles would be stiff if they could be.
Walking at last
The Synthetic is removed
And bare feet touch hard ground.
Unyielding concrete scratches,
Pebbles wound,
Stiff muscles make short steps.
The fire leaves my lungs.
My shins begin to prefer speech over screams.
My feet are unprotected, unsafe, shoe-less,
But happy.
Happy feet are bare.
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