I shrugged off caution when it draped my hand to brake
For I heard them say you never learn without a fall.
I was pedalling perfectly –
Smooth roads and highways appealing to the adamant synchronicity,
Of a head fed by aims yet grazed by wills;
A detective eye to a lying hay trap of thorns,
A mind lured and twisted so well
I unleashed control to a paralysed leg.
I cried victory to the tangled thorn over my sour blood,
I chose pain as a benchmark:
Yardstick to my steps
For I heard them say you never learn without a fall;
You could never feel us without being hurt:
A resounding bubble on the surface,
And slow-wrapped me like a signature of my wound
On the carbon-donned bandage.