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Training Wheels

Training Wheels

(from Within My Illusions &

Artwise Poetry Roulette Cards)

My dad held onto the back of the seat

the first time I rode my bike

without training wheels.

“Don’t let go,” I pleaded.

I wasn’t aware of when the bike

slipped out of his grip,

but I can still feel the moment

of bringing myself into balance,

of releasing my breath,

and finding the freedom to fly.

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