I lay myself in the road
Waiting for either oncoming traffic
Or finally, finally
FINALLY
Someone to come along
Pick up my broken pieces
And carry me to safety.
But I am not the child
Easily excused of tantrums,
Forgiven for irrational behavior.
Somehow I’ve become an adult
And expectations weigh on me
To know how to cross this street
All on my own, all by myself.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
I lay myself in the road
Waiting for either oncoming traffic
Or finally, finally
FINALLY
Someone to come along
Pick up my broken pieces
And carry me to safety.
But I am not the child
Easily excused of tantrums,
Forgiven for irrational behavior.
Somehow I’ve become an adult
And expectations weigh on me
To know how to cross this street
All on my own, all by myself.
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