Mistakes

I tripped

on an old pair of shoes today.

laying like the past

in the hallway of my future.

the dirt of their

soles threatening to smudge

the floor that was just wiped clean

and I pondered

how they got there.

I remember the last time I wore them.

They pinched and blistered. They always did.

As if they weren't mine at all

but those of one

with a heart much

smaller.

I thought I had tossed them away

Yet here they are.

I think them ugly now.

The shoes of one not loved

but if I toss them

they will likely appear again

unexpectedly

to trip me in the dark

brightness of my future.

So I will clean them up

and hide them away in a corner

of my heart

Until God makes them useful

again.