A Repost

This is a repost for one of my favorites who is walking down “that” street and probably somewhere between Chapter 2 and 3.

 

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