An Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
I didnt write this but it is a poem which means a lot to me because it was so accurate about the stages of my life and how I kept making the same mistakes over and over.
1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…I am helpless
—-it isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
—-but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. . . it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk;
I walk around it.
5.
I walk down another street.
Portia Nelson
Oh. 🙂 this one speaks very very loudly.
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Actually, I’d like to borrow it if I may.
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