I first heard this poem read out at the development course I recently took part in. I’ve just remembered about it, and have chosen to share it, not just because it’s poetry week this week, but because I think it’s something that whatever your state of mind, whatever you are trying to discover about yourself, or life, I think we can all take something away from these words.
Autobiography in five chapters.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.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 in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is 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.I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.I walk down another street.

