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The other shoe dropped

And hardly made a sound,

But it certainly bounced

When it hit the ground.


It shook the tattered heart, 

And made hope take flight.

It destroyed the birth of joy

And turned day into night.


It took a single hour

For a child’s self-respect, 

To be cut down a notch,

And leave her a wreck.


I guess it seemed like nothing,

The little thing you said.

For her it was the words,

That made her feel dead.


Perhaps some one older

Could have taken it in stride,

But she heard it as a child,

And it wounded her pride.


It damaged her belief

That she could overcome,

The trauma in her past,

Instead, she felt numb.


She can never forget

The words that hurt so,

And left her feeling

Like she did long ago.