Cycling Stories

Freedom

May 6, 2020

Freedom

Desire to ride my bike rose, 
Like a new-born bird I fell 
From my first flight. 

I tried twice 
I fell from my flight again, 
I tried thrice 
I fell again. 

Tears slid down my cheeks 
Tides of perseverance rose high, 
I kept trying 
On and on and on.

Never giving up, 
Putting my failure to the side 
With more experience 
I kept trying. 

One day, I felt the bike gliding 
On the street without me falling 
I managed to hold it
And ride it. 

I succeeded, finally
And that day I felt free, 
Free from ties of hopelessness. 

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