autobiography in five short chapters

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

4 thoughts on “autobiography in five short chapters

  1. 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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