Pink Tassels

By retsmas    Avatar

I sit in my room in the dark
staring at the light of the screen.
My pumpkin spice candle flickering
and I see the reflection of the fire in the window.

As I look out a young girl is riding a bike
the pink tassels flowing through the wind.
She hit a curb and went flying and
I thought how flying could be peaceful.

To escape from all the negativity
to have a zen piece of mind.
I wake up from my daydream
as I notice the tears escaping from her eyes.

I realized that the world is filled
with obstacles that will make us scared.
The girl got up and wiped her tears
went back on the bike and rode down the street.

She's my inspiration
to pick yourself up and conquer.
To not look back and to keep going
as if nothing ever got in your way.

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