my sister wears her socks inside-out
i hate socks
i wear tights
or walk around barefoot
but when i do need socks
i borrow hers
i wear them the right way
realise we all do things differently
what if there is no right way?
when trying to understand another
i take off my socks
and wear them inside-out
it feels strange at first
but time moves, and my feet can still dance
there are more important things than socks
but they allow me to switch perspectives
put myself in the position of another
set their spirit free from the fabric
i love my sister
i hope she continues to wear her socks
inside-out.
- Author: Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 7th, 2024 12:24
- Category: Family
- Views: 7
Comments1
Excellent.
thanks for reading, once again 🙂
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