Forget How to Remember
As I sit on the pavement, staring blankly at the bikers riding around me, they began to stir up a wind every time they pass me. A wind so strong, it lifts me up and brings me back to a time much simpler than this.
I never learned how to ride a bike, so I envy those who make sport of the activity. I envy them for the simple task of their knowledge. I envy them for their ability to never forget; how after years pass, they can jump back on and take off.
I never learned how to ride a bike; my training wheels were removed too soon. With them, I would venture to the unknown, while carrying a silent joy as the wind caressed my face. Without them, I wobbled uncontrollably for what seemed a lifetime.
Others watched on the edge of their seat, knowing what was going to happen; they knew the ending I would see. As I fell, I remember this feeling of no control, as is someone else had taken the handles and were leading me down I path I did not want to venture.
I laid on the indifferent concrete in stupor. As I watched my blood flow down into the cracked pavement, I just knew my courage flowed with it. I realized that while others will never forget how to ride a bike, I would never forget the pain the fall caused.
My training wheels, the ones that gave me support, were removed quickly. In their place, I carry fear, which gives support; the support of a wall that I back into with no intentions of going forward.
I barley remember how the wind would touch my face gently, while whispering soft words into my ear. I sometimes forget the control I possessed over the bike. However, I will never forget my painful journey towards the earth. I will carry it with me for as long as I continue to remember.
As I sit on the pavement, staring blankly at the bikers riding around me, they began to stir up a wind every time they pass me. A wind so strong, it lifts me up and brings me back to a time much simpler than this.
I never learned how to ride a bike, so I envy those who make sport of the activity. I envy them for the simple task of their knowledge. I envy them for their ability to never forget; how after years pass, they can jump back on and take off.
I never learned how to ride a bike; my training wheels were removed too soon. With them, I would venture to the unknown, while carrying a silent joy as the wind caressed my face. Without them, I wobbled uncontrollably for what seemed a lifetime.
Others watched on the edge of their seat, knowing what was going to happen; they knew the ending I would see. As I fell, I remember this feeling of no control, as is someone else had taken the handles and were leading me down I path I did not want to venture.
I laid on the indifferent concrete in stupor. As I watched my blood flow down into the cracked pavement, I just knew my courage flowed with it. I realized that while others will never forget how to ride a bike, I would never forget the pain the fall caused.
My training wheels, the ones that gave me support, were removed quickly. In their place, I carry fear, which gives support; the support of a wall that I back into with no intentions of going forward.
I barley remember how the wind would touch my face gently, while whispering soft words into my ear. I sometimes forget the control I possessed over the bike. However, I will never forget my painful journey towards the earth. I will carry it with me for as long as I continue to remember.
