Training Wheels

"Training Wheels"

By Winter Burnett 1/24/17

I watch as the tires spin. 

I watch your face as you grin. 

You ride away from me so fast. 

Your new ideas seem rash.  

But here I am left on the ground 

Here I'm left. Not even a sound

Do I make

While you pedal and brake. 

I choke on the dust 

as I try to choke back the tears. 

You left me back

I'm no longer of use after all of these years. 

You found your freedom. 

What's left of me is gone.

I coalesce my feelings

Into a box called "healing."