He Is There

He is there,
Holding me steady, as I peddle.
I ride — confidently, knowing
He is there
To guide me.

He lets go
And I wobble in all directions,
Missing two wheels that once made four.
Confident no more,
I hit the ground.

He is there
to pick me up,
To dust me off
And hold me steady
as I start again.

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