A Moment in Time


He’s waiting for the bus in the pouring rain
Sitting on the bench thinking of his pain.
The air brakes are heard as the driver slows down
The door swings open and she yells, “Come on!”
He forces himself to get off the bench
Pulls himself up using his will and that’s it
He makes his way up the steep, black stairs
40 pairs of eyes watch and tempers flair
He stumbles down the aisle amidst heavy sighs
Normalcy is not near when your body disagrees
To the back of the bus he goes
Unlike Rosa Parks- he’s too tired to fight and everyone knows.
Every action is more effort than anyone knows
Every deed accomplished a major milestone.
Every step the hardest but he will never give up
The bus comes to a stop and it all starts again.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

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