Shadow Boxing Featuring Diya Naidu

My girl has bruises beneath her feet.

There are scabs of having walking down paths littered with thorns.

My girl's feet have the screams of hot coals etched on the underside of them.

Where there used to be rose petal soft, now reside the proof of having had walked the sleep walk of impossible dreams.

My girl, her feet are wrought and twisted into the hard knots of going where angels fear to tread.

Highs and lows.

Sacrifice and failure.

My girl, her feet are far from pretty.

But they are very brave.