Heel

She climbs high hills, in her high heels

She limps, she struggles, she climbs with everything to hide

Growing up with six siblings in a shack with holes in the floor

Mama Jo washed dishes in the bathroom

Always with hope in her eyes

Sweet, sweet daddy tried

He gave us everything he could

But somehow that crippled little girl became their shame

The rumors and whispers never went away

No one ever called her by her name

A professional wallflower she is

Forever chasing who she should be

She finds high heels

In her high heels

She lives, she climbs, she climbs

With everything behind

She climbs, always climbs

She wears her scars like armor

Everything she has, she earned

In a grand house

She lives all alone

A big house

But not a home

Success is hers

But when darkness falls

The silence screams

And the stillness

Alone with her scars

She remembers

To her family she gave everything

But she was never enough

Still hoping for a place at their dinner table

Now she stands upon a mountain top in her high heels

Still waiting for someone to call her by her name

She is called rock and robin, twig and bird

And yes, she is all of them

Yet invisible

But watch her fly