I found myself

staring out of my bedroom

window,

my eyes followed the footsteps

of the strangers walking below me.

Life is a bike going through

twists and turns.

I never get it on my first try,

so I keep trying and trying

until I can take my training

wheels off.

I might get a few scratches and

cuts, but that won’t stop me,

I am a story

my existence made for people to enjoy.

They skip over me

flip

flip

flip

to see only the things they want to see

not what they need to see.

I am a tree

tall and skinny

my roots run deep

and my leaves are big,

and grow up high.

Nearby are my family trees,

from which my seed came.

A bit further are my friends

of all shapes kinds and sizes.