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    Michael E. Holtby, LCSW, BCD

    DenverPsychotherapy.com


There's A Hole in My Sidewalk

A poem by Portia Nelson


I walk down the street.

There's a deep hole in the side walk.

I fall in.

I am lost.... I am hopeless.

It isn't my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

 

I walk down the same street.

There's a deep hole in the side walk.

I pretend I don't see it.

I fall in again.

I can't believe I am in the same place.

But, it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

 

I walk down the same street.

There's a deep hole in the side walk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in ... it's a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

 

I walk down the same street.

There's a deep hole in the side walk.

I walk around it.

 

I walk down another street.


 

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