Fed up

I will no longer let myself be a shoelace.

The pink laces of a young girl’s light up sneaker.

Mud smears the white rubber’s sidesー

As the threads which have kept me together are being stripped apart.

The tightly tied shoelace of a marathon runner.

Resistance though I feel myself loosen with each step.

The tightly tied bow is left disassembledー

I will be continuously stepped upon.