CREATIVE

BY HAILEY

Like my feet who feel the warm and worn soles of my shoes who have seen the world, I

have felt the warm and worn souls of those who have seen the world.

Every aspect of my life proves the old, wise saying "Everything happens for a reason" and those shoes were no

exception. I found them on my way home one day, which I didn't know then but I know

now, was the last normal day of my life. With ten dollars and a quarter jiggling in my

pocket, I was walking by when I saw them. My once white all-star converses sitting in a

thrift store window. I felt bare soles for the first time when I was running.

Running from the life I had. Running from a father who never realized what he had done. What he said to me

is still there, hidden like a child's make-believe monster who only comes out in the

darkness. I am who I am, in spite of him. Although I have forgotten what he did, I have not

forgotten the emotions. I felt bare soles when I hit the pavement with every stroke I gave to

the skateboard as I traveled to my place. My place, located in front of a house I thought

was the definition of perfection, was the only place I could write where it actually felt right.

I watched as people came to and fro from that perfect house until it no longer was perfect

anymore. Humanity does that. I felt bare soles as I paced across the glossy, sterile hospital

floor. I felt his soul when the repetition of beeps turned into one song. I felt my soul as I

tried to mend it. I thought I was on a journey to find a new home, but the journey was my

home. The bare soles and bare souls I felt along the way became who I am. Although I am

not wearing my shoes now, I can still feel the reminisce of warmth from when they were

last on my feet.

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