A Bike Ride

A Bike Ride 

Today I chose to ride my bike. 

Which I have not done in a while.

I sat on the seat on this warm day,

And pushed forward on the pedal. 

I felt the bike begin to move forward,

As I am doing right now, in my life. 

Two thin wheels keep me balanced,

If they so fail, I will fall to the ground. 

A ghost of childhood whispers in my ear,

As I recall the feeling of the wind,

Blowing through my hair. The simplicity.

All I'm doing is focusing on balance.

Life is so complicated and twisted!

On this bike I am free from it. 

I can just be myself, it does not judge.

It just carries me along the concrete road.

I get to the park on Sycamore Avenue. 

People are jogging along the track.

A man sits on the bench staring at trees.

Two little girls play in the dirt. 

I notice the girls scooter laying by the park fence.

I think to myself, 'someone may steal it'.

But then I realize...this little girl right here,

Does not know that side of the world yet.

She sees the world like a smooth bike ride.

She does not think the way we've learned to think.

The girl sees people as bigger versions of her.

Pure, sweet and full of creativity. 

I read my bike along the track.

Joggers move to the side as I ride.

I feel the sun caressing my back,

And listen to the singing birds. 

For the first time in a while,

I felt free. I felt like I was me.

The woman I thought I would become,

When I was a girl. A free girl. 

Today I decided to ride my bike. 

Reviews

[Callial]

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and its unique perspective. The simple metaphor of seeing the world like a bike ride portrays multiple meanings to me, because at times I feel like my bike is going down a steep rock covered hill :P All in all it was a great poem and I can't wait to read the rest of your work.