Ode to Heels
Oh, Ode to heels and the height they offer. Ode to my four inch stilts underneath me. But, in my four inch stilts, A struggle to create movement exists; Even as they raise a giant in their wake. My four inches have become too comfortable, regardless of restrained nerves and presumably pre-mature advancement. With age, sophistication is a requirement. I'm now on a pair of six inch contraptions, but I remember the burning my arches suffered as I realized I've left my frequency, thrown my tattered, beloved four inches below me with an unwilling, saddened heart. Oh, Ode to heels and the height they provide but - Ode to the lost red speck of data I cling to.