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by Maureen Glaude

I’ve grown a

for paths that
don't belong to me

a new epidermis
tough leather
on my soles

the new growth’s just thick enough to insulate
my sanity and sureness of direction

not an artificial veneer or the cold dust of bitterness
but a firm new layer
nothing so impermeable as would
destroy the journey of
the past or kill
the softness that is me
for the paths of
my own tomorrows


Posted on 04/14/2004
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/15/04 at 02:01 AM

Evocative read in which the words sole and soul are aptly and comfortably juxtaposed.

Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/15/04 at 07:19 PM

I read this the other day, and thought I'd come back and leave a comment. I've been thinking about it, and yes we do build up layers, I'm glad yours is thin enough to keep you sane and now walled. Some build these layers upon layers with prejudice and denial. These people are so built up inside themselves all we are able to see is the deceptions that they project. I believe that writing is a way for us to see past people's outer layers and walls and into their true feelings and thoughts. Wondeful idea for a poem. :) ~Jordan

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