Lost shoe

There’s a knot in my way
My fingers are too fat to untie
Tightened over time from trying to find
The good in things that were
Quite obviously
Not good at all

And I’m stuck
Trying at the starting line
Again
After all these years
While the race has gone on without me
To get it right
And go

Feeling out of place
Like an old left shoe
Without a match to play
Forgotten
Or thrown away

Like an expired promise
I hold onto
But can’t use anymore

©02.21.2018 ebn