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.

◄ Transition

Ode To The Aurora ►


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Thu 10th Jan 2019 15:31

It's too kind of you to think of me deserving to bringing out a book. Thanks!😇

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Big Sal

Wed 9th Jan 2019 13:29

You need your own book, Ruby.🌷

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