Pedestrian. A poem.

I’m a pedestrian
Story of my life
Knocked down
By rushing cars
At the crossing
And crossroads

Standing, watching
Waiting for impact
Knowing how much
It will hurt
But not moving
Out of the way
I am a deer
Staring down
Interminable
Inevitability

I fall down
Blood on pavement
Get up, rise again
Slowly to my feet
Dust myself off
Wait for the next one

I’m afraid
To cross this road
I always stop
In the middle
The chicken
Who never gets
To the other side
Forgets why
He wanted to cross
In the first place

Time to trust
Faith, hope, love
To hold my hand
Like the baby
That I am
Develop some
Real road sense
And better metaphors

Good luck with that

 

Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.

Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars.

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  1. I like the chicken – stop in the middle of the road, forget why he wants to cross…haha. Glad to meet you from Jason’s blog. I’m Miriam. I like your poem. I’m here to follow to read more of your posts. I leave with you two links, one is my recent post and the other is my intro. Hope you could visit and see you soon.

    https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/about-me/

    https://theshowersofblessing.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/beautiful-tiny-baby/

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