Necessary but annoying.
We rely on them to take us everywhere
And we take them for granted.
Walk walk walk
We command them
And their silent protest is to slowly split and
Crack and create wounds so sore
We can but hobble along.
I want to go places.
Yet I am limping like
A little old lady
Because of one tiny
I uselessly file and moisturise
Hoping to repair the damage but it is clearly
Feet 1, Sarah 0