Sanctuary in the Ordinary

My slippers are my comfort zone.

The first thing i do when i get home, is slip my feet into their comfy throne.

From day to night, from dark to light they fit just right.

Giving my feet a hug so tight.

Something so simple, so mundane, truly relieves all my pain.

When I walk through the door I head straight for the item that I adore.

Ode to the cloud like mesh that gives my feet much needed rest.

Ode to the vessel that I yearn to nestle.

Ode to the feeling of peace, never to cease.

Stepping into rejuvenation, takes away all my frustration.

The angles above sing a gentle ohm as i squish into the glorious foam.

As soon as our soles finally meet, the reconciliation feels so sweet.

My most stable relationship, never to slip or lose its grip.

I put my trust in the ever constant fluff.

To ease my pain and keep me sane, my slippers above all will always reign.

Ode to the shoe that gets me through.

Ode to the saving grace of my safe space.

Ode to the scripture of the slipper.