Getting off the Bike

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Getting off the Bike

So tired of pedaling
and hiding my eyes
That cried from some hurt
I covered with a lie

The lie like I'm okay
everything is fine
Nothing is wrong
I just need to ride

Blood on my arm?
I didn't even know
My heart broken in two?
I really need to go

my bike brought me home
where I'd feel safe to be
to let out all the tears
I couldn't let them see

No one to trust
with all I had inside
everyone just let me be
They watched me run and hide

I prayed for peace and some trust
That I had never felt
Someone to help me off my bike
And make my armor melt

Then a gentle whisper
You are not alone
You don't have to ride again
Cause you're already home

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kdarcy commented on Getting off the Bike

12-06-2009

Excellent, I loved it, simple yet reminding, we are not alone even in sadness, be well, k

HarverTomsson commented on Getting off the Bike

12-06-2009

It is indeed good to have a gentle whisperer nearby, and better yet, at home. Good pace and flow all the way to the denouement.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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