when i ride my
bike
Ingrid Barnes
when i ride my
bike down a hill
i squeeze the brakes
clenching my fists
holding so tight
too scared to let go, to lose control
scared to crash
i live my life like i ride my bike
i hold it tight, terrified that it will slip through my
fingers
control freak, scared to lose control, to crash
holding so tight
i won’t let go
i crawl instead of run
crushing my own wings
blindly too scared to let myself fly