His roller blades mark the pavements
He always come back to, with no worries
Wether people are talking, staring,
Admiring, judging normal things I
notice people make of it a crime seen
Simple things I notice we make it bigger
So big that it weights our backs our
shoulders it clusters our mind with no
Space but to hide into the door of our
Lungs that we have to breath out
everytime it knocks,
Confused I am confused is she,
Life itself is confusing, love confusing
Is it really if its confusing?
Let worry burn away like old crumble
Paper with questions and unfinished
Answer's and skate marking wherever
like that man on rollers,
What's life without a bit of danger
What's danger without life?
When I told my mother I didn't want to
be like her I think she knew
what I meant with eyes, I told her
Wanted to be something she would be
proud of like a mother bird pushing its
Young off the edge not that she didn't
doubt the young wouldn't fall she
knows it Would
but would also get back up and
And rip through the wind flying.
-ashespoetry
