I tried riding my bike no-handed today,

there’s really not much more to say.

I could tell you how far and high I flew

or how my crash-landing left me black and blue.

I could tell you the number of band-aids and stitches;

I could tell you how my arm in its cast itches.

I could tell you I howled and felt so dumb,

I thought my day to die had come.

I could tell you that I still hurt everywhere;

of grief and pain I’ve had my fair share.

I tried riding my bike no-handed today,

and there’s really not much more to say.

By: Becky Wood

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