Brialee Turner

The snow boots dangle,
Carefree over the sofa.

One is tied with perfection,
The other is knotted in a
Conglomerate of loops
And twists.

I glance curiously at the
Soles and notice that
They are thick rubber,
No water would even
Dare to enter.

It’s a holy scene,
Taking in the human
Being who is wearing the
Shoes and I wonder
What if feels like to
Be in their mind for a day,
To pull their hoodie up over their
Ears and forehead
And then run down the street
Tripping over their laces.

I wonder what it feels like
To be both tied and knotted,
To have my heart tethered
To a pain that I don’t understand.