Ramblings

I ramble about my life inside my head.
Reliving my past sometimes helps me
to know that I am not insane,
and that my actions are justified.

I think about what I did today.
My roles in the lives of others changes
often.
When I awoke, I was my own best friend,
with no one to worry for.

I then became a sign of strength
to those around me.
Leading those on the same journey
with a forceful determination.

A swimmer striving to improve.
A musician playing his solo.
A doctor preparing for surgery.

Later I found myself enfulged
in another leadership role,
yet in a way that challenges its brave
in more unusual ways.
I must know where I am
and where I need to be
in order to guide the children
and protect them from the cats.

Flung through time I may not
take off the big shoes yet.

A student in a classroom.
Observing my teacher with admiration
and a curiousity born of unfamiliarity.

My feet are sore
but the big shoes
call out more for me.

Waiting.
Waiting for those
who are afraid of becoming ill
and leaving me to bear the burden alone.

I cry in pain
and hunger for rest,
but the big shoes aren't finished.

Waiting.
Waiting for my ticket away from the big shoes.
The ticket is small
and made of paper.
I see myself and my struggles
captured in the paper.

Finally, the big shoes smirk
and allow me to remove them.