A Hole in My Sidewalk

I’ve seen this short poem by Portia Nelson before, but just came across it today here. It’s a pithy reminder about choices. It also makes me wonder: If you were to tell your story in five short chapters, what would they say?

Chapter 1.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…
I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit.
But, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5.
I walk down another street.

3 thoughts on “A Hole in My Sidewalk

  1. Sheila Ann says:

    Oh

    I can’t believe you that wrote that down and that I found it. I first read that eons ago when I was just out of high school and it changed the way I saw everything!

    I thought of it recently and hoped that I would find it again. That I would know who wrote it. That I could pass it along.

    Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

    Like

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