My Shoes
By: Myron Thomas Weeks
From His Old Geocities Web Page

How sane would you be,
if you'd danced along the razor's edge for so long,
that you could not see the skin beneath the scars;
How often would you smile,
if your heart had been torn and rended so many times,
that you grew blind to the difference between broken and whole;
How would you cope,
if the glittering stars fell from heaven and took up residence behind your dreaming eyes,
and were still dancing before you the morning after;
How would you feel,
if you'd seen visions of saints, angels, and Gods' a plenty,
and been told that you were right all along...
How long would you last,
if you'd been walking in my shoes?