Ode to a Neglected New Shoe

You are....

Proud, elegant, statuesque
Designed with me in mind
Unspoilt
Your spike heel gives the illusion of exquisite fragility
But it is unassumingly strong
Powerful, lifting me up
Empowering me with height

Cushioned for comfort
Intimidating appearance disguising soothing snugness
Sling back, strapping me in for a safe journey
Solid base, effortless stability
Your steep arch reflecting the curve of a woman's back
All black matt but still shining
Silver studs reflecting light with a ferocious glare
Demanding attention and daring any other shoe to match your sass

You upgrade wardrobes
No everyday shoe
Not suitable for the daily battles with the pavement
You require a stage
You provide your own platform
Wearing you is a performance
The fierce warrior stance you provide makes you the essential element of my impenetrable style armour

Strutting in you is like issuing a challenge
You tranform me into an amazonian
A gladiator
A dominatrix
Forget ruby slippers
When I slip my feet into you I can conquer and seize any place as my home

But for all your glamour and enchantment
Regardless of how enamoured I am
Despite my deep desire to flaunt you to the world
You remain entombed in your box
Imprisoned in darkness
Unworn and unable to fulfill your life's purpose

Occasionally I tenderly unwrap you from the beige tissue paper that enshrines you
Holding you up with admiration, drifting my fingers across your deliciously soft skin
I carefully place my feet in your firm grip
And sashay down the hallway

But when time arrives too soon as always
My schedule requires me to adorn warm, flat bottomed boots
Or common place, brightly decorated but mundanely gripped kicks
The world I must enter on a daily basis has no place for a warrior heel
Too many cracks and gaps to skip over

Fancy footwear is a luxury that hard work does not understand
Sexy shoes won't pay my bills
(In my profession of choice at least)
I'm fighting the good fight, hustling real hard
My inner glamour girl must give way to humility
I cannot allow myself to stand aloof, lifted on spikes above the dirt ground
I must be dirtied, and plough through to sew seeds and reap harvests

And so
I'm afraid
My poor neglected shoe
Mama
Just ain't
Had time for you....