I have never been able
to ride
a bicycle.
Childhood innocence was denied,
the laughter of the carefree
was never uttered by me.
Always the outcast
at home and in school,
selected for this life of solitude.
I've saddled responsibilities,
a never ending shadow
cast over me.
I have never been able
to ride
a bicycle.
To join the various children
at play,
who raced.........
To their hearts content.
Bitterness embodies me
while sitting at my dining room table -
just a physical presence,
Casually,
I am being ignored
by many and nobody.
Yet,
I have never been able
to ride
a bicycle.
The shadow
of incompetence
mocks me day and night.
For carefree dreams
were denied to me,
without a waver or thought.
Wonderful use of riding the bike as a metaphor. Such a typical symbol of childhood innocence and joy turned into an icon of sadness and regret. Wonderfully written, but so sad.
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