My mama actually never thought me how to ride a bike,
And so I took the risk and pedal with all my might.
Maneuvering was never a skill, and so I steer, and fall on the roadside.
Palms scratched, knees bleeding, but I never cried.
I stood back up as if nothing happened,
For despite the wound, I was not disheartened.
Pedal and pedal,
This bravery is experimental.
By the bay, chains have tangled,
Pain belatedly travelled.
There, I was unable to move forward,
Has cycling always been this hard?
YOU ARE READING
WALKING DOWN The Memory Lane
Poetry~ words unsaid, feelings kept to myself, All yours to digest ~ _________ A compilation of literary works
