My Shoes: The Link between My Past, Present & Future

Once
brand new,
ordinary, boring,
not a sign of decay,
no touch of distinction.
Resting, mounted on the wall,
waiting to begin their journey.
Polished white now soiled and dark,
full of doodles – some faded, some new,
all unique expressions of the individual.
Together, we walk straight paved roads,
and climb the steepest mountains.
With every step, we are changing,
constantly growing, evolving.
My shoes are my counterpart,
stumbling when I stumble,
parading when I parade.
We dance, we stagger.
With every new path,
we are reformed, defined.
My shoes are my reflection,
exposing failure and success,
grasping onto my memories,
experiencing my present,
making way for my future.
Forever sharing
my story.

Note: This was my first attempt at a concrete poem – a poem that takes the shape of its subject. How did I do?

Update: Poem doesn’t take proper form on mobile. F*ck.