Summertime Blisters

I know its summer because my feet tell me.

I develop Dyshidrotic eczema as an aftermath of my hay fever,

Itchy, irritating blisters on the soles of my feet,

walking just increases the pain.

I stand up for what I believe in. Most of the time.

And when in situations, I put myself in other people’s shoes.

It’s almost relaxing, resting relative parts of my body that are exhausted,

Waiting for a wonderful world of release where I am no longer who I was yesterday.

My illuminating adoration for acting is found in the darkest part of me in plenty,

The place where I know, who I was is not who I want to be,

And I feel my soles hurting but I can’t cry because I don’t cry,

I don’t know why but I don’t do that, I don’t even try.

I know my sole is hurting in the tight sweaty shoes that I tie tighter than I know I should.

Why do I lace the itchy, irritating blisters onto the sole of my feet just to embarrass myself more when the shoes finally come off?

Why do I set myself up to trip when the starting pistol goes off?