In His Shoes

She thought he was dead.
She saw the mound of soil that covered his body.
She saw the headstone with his name and date of death
Then she heard him speak
She looked in the mirror and saw his face
She smelt him in the air
She felt his skin in her hand
She felt his heart beat fast in her chest
She spoke the words he would use in anger and in pain
She dressed in his clothes
She walks in his shoes.

Wow Manners! You have missed your true calling. I'm impressed with the symbolic imagery. Chilling and beautiful at the same time. Thank you.

Thank you Wally58.

I was thinking of using them for therapeutic reasons more than anything.

If I showed them to my therapist then it would make me talk about the right things.

I used to write really sad poetry for stress relief.
I called it 'woetry'.
It got me through the hard times by expressing my own melancholy and being able to feel it too.

I think it takes a better person to read poetry than to write it.

It takes people. It gets the emotion and the soul.