Ode to mis pies

Daily you face abuses.

I force you to carry heavy burdens,

expect guidance down the right path.

Your looks have suffered

due to daily runs from

guilt—

the weight of shame.

I have left you cold,

unsheltered, ignored.

You go unthanked.

Yet still you graciously continue to

plod along,

a constant companion—

enabling me to move

freely,

providing support, keeping me

centered—

letting me stand up

for myself.

Without you, I could not

explore or balance—

falling down

at the slightest breath,

living life

on

my

knees.