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.