Kansas

Imagine Dorothy. She clicks her ruby red shoes, wishing to return to Kansas.
She closes her eyes tightly, inhales, and anticipates the tornado.
But, nothing happens.
She clicks and wishes.
She clicks and prays.
She clicks and begs.
She clicks and cries.
This time, the only change is that the road beneath her has crumbled,
and everything she knows is rearranged.
What must Dorothy feel like as her legs gave out on the pavement?
How was it to toss the ruby shoes aside?

To know what it feels like to watch the bridge
between yourself and home break apart
between yourself and your normality
between yourself and your love
between yourself and what you could be
...all fall apart, and you are staring of the reflection of that life

If only we all had magic shoes