I
I was walking down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m at the same place
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… Its a habit.
My eyes are open,
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
– Portia Nelson
SMiLes It’s True The Holes
We Fall Into Need Not
Be Graves
We Eventually
Dig Other Paths
To Find And Cross
First With No More
Pot Holes To Find
On Old Roads
of Life
Vrunda True
When Travel Becomes
A New Journey to Breathe…:)
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Quite a honest autobiography dear~ Great one~💕💖
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So glad you liked it Yiena! Thank youuu ❤️❤️❤️🤗🤗
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Nah 💖💖💖💖
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