The wheels squeak
as you pull out,
red words
flow out of two holes,
they increase in size until it pops.
You're the angriest a person could get,
you start crying
because you're that mad,
to top it all off
you mom starts slapping your leg.
In the front...wholesomely waiting and wishing,
wishing you were in the back seat,
lying down listening to music.
Blocking away the yelling and mocking her.
Lakes are forming,
birds are flying away,
deserts so dry
even cacti succumb to the heat.
The Earth shakes
in fear of a storm filled
with discipline and deprivation
from connection to civilization.
A crackle of a campfire in the distance,
you feel isolated and you can't get back.
You're on the other side,
there's no bridge,
there's no path to walk upon.
You're in the ocean...
lost.
Can you get back?
The storms are clearing,
the lakes are shining,
the Earth is stable.
People are building the bridge.
Legs are moving?
Check.
Hands are swinging?
Check.
Eyes are puffy?
Check.
Everything is coming together?
BIG check.
Hi Stephanie!!
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, you did a very good job! keep on doing it, I enjoy reading all your posts..!!!:)