It is her calling. She holds that heel in her hand.
It is her passion. She smiles, knowing more than anyone...it is far from just a shoe.
It is the sound of the heart that broke at the utterance of that word: Diabetes. Her heart.
It is the winds that blows her through it.... On the days when her heart was too heavy to rise.
God only knows how....she carefully navigates that life sentence. No judge, no jury, no pleas.
She doesn't run. She can't.
Warrior women stand....they stay.
She collects her thoughts.
She has begun. She listens, heals, conquers.
Her love. Her fight. Her family. Her spirit. Her journey.
Warrior women. Mommies. Sisters. Lovers. Wives. Family.
We are standing. We choose. We stay. We fight. We wear our Blue Heels for you.
*this is for you.
The D mama at 3 am...again. For yourself, unfaltering. For that wife who watches the battle from her pillow....
for the sisters, both literal and in spirit. YOU don't run. YOU are BLUE.
