Poetariat

During the roughest time of my short-lived life, I was presented on my birthday with the best gift anyone has ever given me. No, it wasn’t a new iPhone or the latest high fashion handbag, but instead a very basic mechanical machine powered by me.

She was cream colored and made my disastrous life seem as if I were living in paradise. Odd, but I shall proceed. My new found love brought me out of those suffocating walls that I imprisoned myself between for security; out into the world to enjoy life once again. Not only did she allow freedom, but by some miracle my shattered heart was enabled to heal.

Now that my bike, that beautiful Surly Creamroller, has been taken from me; I am left in a bittersweet state knowing that my beloved may not be a part of my life anymore, but am happy that she is a stepping stone into the direction of what is to come. Will it be better?