eight

I'm trying to untie the laces of my worried shoes.
They're so pretty, but I don't want to wear them anymore.
I feel like I've walked for miles and miles and miles.

It's been a long time since I've looked,
but I found my brown sneakers today.
They're old and worn out, but they fit perfectly.

I put my worried shoes on a shelf in my closet,
and I shut the door.

I put on my brown sneakers,
and though I didn't feel as pretty,
I felt better without the weight of the worry.

I wear a size eight if anyone is looking to borrow a pair of shoes...
though honestly,
I don't recommend them.

Worried shoes are never as comfortable as they look.