Black shoes

The kind people use for work.
The ones that make 'clip-clop-clip-clop' sound when we walk in them.
The ones we bought for work, hoping that they wouldn't hurt our feet so much; they did but eventually the discomfort goes away.
The ones that remind us that we are now adults.

I am starting to like my own black shoes. I hope to grow more comfortable into them. My spirit may be dented at times, but these shoes will help me get through rough days. And those clip-clop sounds they make are so wonderful, because they remind me that I am still alive and still struggling.