The Green Bike
by Colleen Braun
My wheels are deflated and rotting away like my soul
that is shredded without any purpose. The chain is
rusted causing all movement to end like my feet that
are planted in a hopeless situation. A lonely green
bike is hidden away in the back of the garage like a
secret hiding so much pain and sadness. Open the
doors and let in the light, puff in some air spritz on
some oil. Embark on your journey and ride with the
wind like this is the beginning of life again. The little
green bike once broken and silent is revived yet again
and the sadness encompassing my soul has lifted with
the wind.
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