Sling-backed red sandals

I lit fragrant cylinders of loss
And ran sorrow until it started to correct itself,
the drain sucked up the excess

I slipped out of my desire
And stared at the truth until I could write my name in it,
there was no permanent scar

I tried out the shame with my big toe
And then soaked in regret until my reasoning was wrinkled up,
even the bubbles were gone

I shaved the doubt from my legs
And rinsed my hope under the faucet until the misgivings ran clear,
the water went cold

I donned my gratitude
And picked the fear from my dress until joy found me there,
in sling-backed red sandals