Hounslow Youth Counselling Service

Poem by Portia Nelson

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.  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 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'm in the same place.
But... it isn't my fault.
It still takes time to get out.

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I still fall in... it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street...