The Turquoise Bike

I found the

bike

underneath 

the house.

I cleaned

it up.

I shined it.

It was my

freedom

my

connection.

It had a 

large

basket 

on the 

front of

it.

Natural

color.

I decieded

to take

it for

a ride.

I loaded 

the basket

with

my blanket

and off

I went.

As I 

peddled,

I felt

the air

almost

lifting

me 

off

the ground.

I was

free.

Free

from

my

past.

Free

from

my pain.

I kept going

till I reached

the beach.

I got

off

the bike

and walked

to the

shore line.

I was home.

This is my 

Church

My God

My ocean.

I Walked 

Back to

The bike

and spread

out my 

polka dot 

blanket.

layed my book

and hat

down.

As I looked 

at the beautiful

sky it

Was if 

An artist had 

Painted

Those clouds 

With such 

Conviction

And heart.

I realized,

right here

right now,

I made it.

My soul

Was free.

The turquoise 

bike

was my heart.

and looking at

it now

I realize

how

healed

and happy 

I am.

As I walk 

down to

the water

I look

back

at 

the bike

I hear

The last

Whisper 

Of the

Past

Pass through

My ears and

Out into

The ocean breeze.

Tears fall

down

my

face.

Not because

I am sad.

Because

My 

heart

Has

Finally

Come back.

It

Just happens 

To look

Like a

Turquoise bike.

And

That 

Makes 

Me smile.