these boots are made for walking

i used

to wait for the other foot to drop.

for

the final blow.

for the end

of things to occur.

i was on

eggshells.

scared and uneasy,

uncomfortable

with the way things were going.

waiting for that

boot to hit the floor.

was it today,

tomorrow?

another year?

and then i realized

it was

my foot that had to fall.