Lay your head down and rest. Those blisters hurt, don't they? "But they're so beautiful. How could they make me bleed?" She said faintly. I pulled her hair back And tucked it behind her ears. "I know . . . But it is time for you to heal now. Remember, darling, even red bottoms are painful," I replied.Shoes to Fill is a collection of poetry about breaking and becoming through love and loss. Every page is hopefully giving a voice to the voiceless and teaching people that sometimes even silence is the best form of healing. We must walk miles in other's shoes to understand their pain.