It's a poem about relationships and withering away of identity.

Yellow shoes

Yellow shoes

Years have passed
Yet it all comes back

As I pull open
the rusty Vault
They fall on my face
My yellow shoes.

Those disdainful eyes
as you said
Who wears yellow shoes?
I withered a little
And I kept them away .

I remember the list
Is long,
Of things stowed
away,Forgotten .
Pieces of me all stuffed
In this dusty vault?

I pick up them up
Bubbling with laughter
I twirl, and I yell,
I wear yellow shoes!

Poetry by Seema
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Written on 2017-04-08 at 04:31

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great metaphor. Memories fade but some things always bring them back to mind. Well done.

Yes!! Love it. I wear yellow shoes too. :) I am glad you found yourself again.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fun poem. Good for you.

Ann Wood
Such a beautiful poem

Bravo! People like to criticize on how you look
or what you wear. I liked your poem.

Louise 55
Freedom. :)