20 December 2013

The Evolution of RA Shoes

The story of my disease,
can be told so easily.
You can tell just how I feel,
by looking at my feet.

My feet evolve with every flare,
and my shoes they tend to follow.
My feet are being modified,
from five and a half…
to an eight and half wide,
with space in the heels that’s hollow.

Good bye sweet heels,
It was nice while it lasted!
Good bye clogs,
and good bye wedgies…
I’ll sit here in my fuzzy slippers,
and just eat my veggies.

My ugly feet have a home,
In sneakers it is true,
except for those rare times
when I step in doggy doo.

p.s. yes I’ve been playing with play dough.
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