there is a shard of glass in my shoe.
It has been there for as long as I can remember.
I cannot remove it, for I have tried.
I cannot change shoes, for they are a part of me.
The shard in my shoe is a nuisance.
It started out as a small pain.
It is now the cause of the three inch gash in my heel.
I envy the times when I could run.
I miss the times when I could walk.
I remember the times when I could move my foot.
I wish for a time when I will no longer have a shard in my shoe.
without it, I could live again.
I could function again.
I hate the shard in my shoe.
There is nothing I can do.