{Real Talk}

Minutes ago I read this poem on Makeunder My Life - and it spoke to me so clearly, so so clearly. It's amazing when something is meant for you to hear, that it's spoken with such clarity. We all have our "demons", our "things we are working on", "decisions we are pondering" - so I hope this speaks to and inspires you, as it has me...

I:

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost…

I am helpless.

It is not my fault.

It takes forever to find my 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.

I can’t believe I am in 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 there.

I still fall in…It’s 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.

I walk down another street.

- Portia Nelson