From Trikes to Bikes

April 18, 2010
By B-Sweets BRONZE, Lantana, Florida
B-Sweets BRONZE, Lantana, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"We are not judged by our victories, but how we come back from our losses"


The handles on the bar that I now hold
Two wheels not three that follow the road
The turbulent wind that envelops my mind
As I try to find,
A sense of balance as I traverse upon unfamiliar ground

My house becomes smaller upon the horizon.
My mom’s sweet smile as she runs behind and,
I cannot help but think,
A new time emerges as the other sinks.

From Trikes to Bikes
In all but a blink.

The four strong walls that once surrounded
Fall to the ground tattered and pounded
Put through 17 years of life
As three wheels become two
I spread my wings and take flight

The author's comments:
Growing up is very important experience in a young individuals life, this poem essentially is my interpretation of this process.

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