The training wheels are off

Even with support by my side, I’m overthinking

Starting to pedal but I lose my balance

I begin to fall and aren't able to catch myself

Yet I look over and find a shadow hovering over me

Ready to help me back on the seat

Again, this time with a hand holding on

I begin to pedal

Tipping to the side but I’m caught

Being told advice on how to stay on track

providing an attitude of frustration in return

I don’t want to be a little girl anymore

I want to go off on my own, be independent

One more time I start to pedal

The hand holding my seat for balance

I get the hang of it and the hand lets go

Off I go in the distance

Growing farther away from the helping hand

I ring the bell, proud of my accomplishment

Hearing chants being drowned out behind me

Looking over I see the shadow

Yet it's my own

Stopping… Turning around…

I don’t see anyone anymore

Just me and the road

I start to pedal 

Wishing I could have that connection of being a little girl again