Ode to Doc Martens

The first time I laid my eyes on

them

I couldn't grasp what message people were trying to

send

these big and clunky, but intimidating

boots

shook me to my core

so I bought a pair

the new leather smell penetrated into my soul

and embraced me until I finally understood the

meaning

my vintage rose 1460s

whispered

"independence"

independence was a practice I had not, well,

practiced

once I laced up my boots

I felt like I could conquer the world

I reeked of "kick-ass"

I became I queen when I stepped into those

magical mountain climbers

I began to pounce around

stopping bad thoughts

and building confidence

and once people saw what these did to me

they bought their own

now I'm not saying that my situation was entirely the plot to

"Like Mike"

because the difference is that I

I already had independence in me

it wasn't the shoes

I can now proudly hold my head up high

stomp around in my Doc Martens

and relinquish the bad that has be done to me

in the world