Like a bike

Like a bike that has all its wheels,  

it cannot function without the weight it needs to move.  

Stuck and unwilling to go, I pedal and the wheels turn, constantly in a cycle, and 

stagnant, I remain. 

Has me questioning the logic that says, "Get up and walk,"  

But still, things stay the same.  

Who’s authority was ever that in the first place?  

Doubt and unbelief are constant patterns in the way my mind is convinced.  

With that the body follows suit, and unbother compliments it with a nice bow tie.  

Everything is here, yet I don’t have a clue.  

Exhausted from guessing and playing this game,  

I choose to lose.  

When more trying becomes the prize for winners,  

I’m all tried out.

I’ve tried with things I thought were true,  

only to find out the answers are not what I’m looking for.  

Truth doesn’t make me stay or connect with what is said. 

Comfort, peace, and love are what my heart desires.  

I seek those leading effects of what is known.  

That is what keeps me going.  

Yet, I remain void of that experience.  

Maybe patience is the friend who will accompany me to that moment.  

However, it’s none that I have, that’s for sure,

Not that I’m willing anymore.

But like a bike that has all its wheels,  

it cannot function without the weight it needs to move.  

I know my part to play in this story I’ve extrapolated.  

The truth of the truth is, I give up. 

Anu Aborisade