I suffer from anxiety dark thoughts,
I sometimes think…
I bought myself a motorbike YES!!
I know… my life’s at risk…
I sometimes get this feeling
To run away and hide…
But since I got this motorbike
I feel happy deep inside…
Today I got wind therapy
I travelled far and wide…
Just me and my motorbike
No one by my side…
I put on all the safety gear
It’s the freedom that I crave…
I’ve felt no feeling like it
And I love that biker wave…
I love the smiles from little kids
The ones who hear the roar…
They like to hear a little rev
Which makes me love it even more…
The old bloke who used to ride
Missus on the rear…
Who wants to stop and have chat
Now he’s old… riding is a fear…
I bring back real good memories
Of when he used to ride…
He tells me of the places
And the way he felt inside…
He tells me to be careful…
To live my life… be free
I really love his support
But wish he could be me…
As I rode away that day
I saw it as a sign…
Yes… riding might put my life at risk
But this bike just might save mine…
By Deb Butler
