These shoes

Man these shoes I have to fill they are big and scary
They terrify me,
They are covered in mud and riddled in sweat
They are damaged all over and their mileage is wayyyyy up
Idk how I’m going to fill these shoes
I have so much to do and so little to account for.
How can I fill these shoes?
Especially if my feet are smaller than these boots?

Man these shoes I have to fill, the suck.
I can’t even slide my foot into them!!!
What am I to do?
How can I do any of this
My confidence waning in the wee hours of the morning trying to discover my fit.
All the while attempting to fill the void that these shoes left in my life
Expectations rising
Heart beat with it
This shit sucks and it’s only going to get worse
Until it gets better

Until I recognize that I’m not obligated to fill someone’s shoes
Until I remember that there is no pressure to be great
That I am great and these shoes are not mine
My shoes are for me to fill
No one else
Not my mothers not my fathers not my grandmothers not my ancestors not my peers
No
Mine, and they fit nice and clean
My shoes, are mine to fill
I’m not meant to fill anyone else’s

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