Footfalls Dance

Like me, you came from humble beginnings,

Farm girls both, running wild and untamed.

Unlike me you were blessed with natural beauty,

Your marriage became your saving grace.

Your callous words, they cut me to my core,

They add strife to my efforts to live a life of worth.

You judge now because your status is lofty,

But this has not always been the case.

I just can’t bear to hear right now,

How great and charmed your life is,

The details of your new beachfront condo,

And the new additions to family and home.

Like my nose needs to be rubbed in all I don’t have,

And that I need to see the reflection of my futile life labors;

With “Not good enough” echoing in my soul,

As my footfalls dance on the dusty path of my own life.