Protection
I take a deep breath in,
Out,
Readying myself.
Strap my helmet tight,
get my kneepads on,
"I'm going out!"
I yell,
hoping I was heard,
and start my day.
Walking through life,
hoping my helmet will help me,
that my padding will break my fall.
For I know,
I know.
I will fall,
But I will rise up
again and again.
Trying to pass through.
Because although I waddle,
in my protective cocoon,
I will still get hurt.
And if I pretend nothing's amiss
I will hurt myself.
So with just a helmet and kneepads,
to catch me,
when I fall,
and when I trip.
I pass through.
Helmet on tight.
Kneepads secure.
I am ready.