#WordyAndWheelyWednesdays: Barefoot Bravery

Hello my lovely readers

As promised, here is the second weekly post in relation to my poem a day project. I've now written eight poems in 2020, and thirty-nine since I started Seasonal Sonnets at the beginning of December. Today I'm only sharing one, though, because this one took some doing - not only the writing, but the activity that inspired it.

Yesterday I went barefoot in public for the first time in years. I had to, because it was super hot. But I have a difficult relationship with my feet, so, um, well... Still, I've set a goal to be more body positive, and that's what this poem is about. It isn't my best, but it's more an experiment in form than content. I'm hoping it looks a little like the strange contours of my feet, of which there is a picture below.

07/01/2020

Heat got the better
of my body
so there was
nothing for it
but
to go
barefoot;
which gets the better
of my bravery
because
confidence
                  like
                         that 
                                takes
                                          courage.

 
(Image description: My legs in my teal corduroy dungarees - ill-chosen yesterday because the weather changed dramatically and unexpectedly mid-afternoon - with my bare feet perched on the footplates of my wheelchair. They are purple in colour, as my circulation is questionable, and my toes are wonky. My empty teal shoes are balanced between my footplates and the ground.)