Fall

Posted by Kisha Montgomery at 6/7/2009 2:11 PM
Categories: uncategorized
I was standing in line about to board the bus, when the woman walking with a cane in front of me turned to me and said, “Sometimes I fall. Sometimes, I try and I think I am going to make it and then I fall. Sometimes I don’t know I am going to fall until I do. Do you know what I mean?” My eyes floated away and I feel my pocket. I have $5.00 to my name and five days in New York City ahead of me. I had fought hard to see my mother and though I had brought her joy with my presence, I had hurt myself badly. I had tried and thought I was going to make it and then I fell. I fell hard. I fell hard and then friends picked me up and loved me back to center. My eyes returned to her and I returned her smile with, “Yes, yes I do.”
 

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