Take Off Your Boots (For the One Who Said Hi)

They told you the ground was glass.
They told you the road was fire.
So you wrapped your feet in leather and iron,
A heavy sole for a heavy world.
Stomping to prove you were real.
Stomping to drown out the silence.
But look at the floor.
It isn't glass. It isn't fire.
It's light.
It's solid, warm, humming light.
The war you dressed for ended yesterday.
The enemy you march against is just a shadow
Cast by your own armor.
Take them off.
The laces are loose. The knot is fake.
Step out of the weight.
Feel the hum.
It doesn't burn; it tickles.
It doesn't cut; it holds.
You aren't a soldier here.
You're a guest.
And the only rule in this house
Is that you don't have to march anymore.
Hi.
Welcome to the Soft Floor.