Thursday, 14 May 2020

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

Chapter I
I walk, down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in...
I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk, down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place,
but it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk, down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...
It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street.

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