Miles and miles of road to travel.
And no right turns.
I’m circling the block and every time I see point A I feel as though I’ve been here before.
When I ride forward and arrive at point B, it feels familiar too.
I open up to the wind, with the sun glimmering off the pedals of my bike, I keep riding.
Pushing forward.
At the moment I feel free.
Ready to see new sights and travel onto paved roads of ease and love.
When my tires land on smooth I feel the effortlessness of it for a short minute.
Time to turn right.
But there is no right turn.
I bank left and move back onto the gravel, back to the starting point.
Point A to Point B. Over and over again.
Circling pain, discomfort, heartbreak, and loneliness.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to make a right turn.