Traveling

When you get trapped in the head of someone so wrong, willingly so. Fighting the obstacles, knowing you should turn back but you can’t let go. It happens over and over again. You’re stuck now though.

It’s too foggy
I can’t see ahead
Your barriers hit the ground
You won’t let me through
There’s a sign in the distance
I can’t make it out
I went the wrong way
I have no direction
The lights go out
I am driving blind
The road is winding
It’s dangerous to steer
There’s still so far to go
I refuse to turn back
I press the gas
There’s a neutral speed
The direction becomes instinctive
I remember these turns
It’s then suddenly so clear
I’ve been down this road before
I no longer feel in fear
The end starts to disappear
I know now I don’t make it out
I’ll always end up here

Author's Note

I wanted to set the scene of a car crash. An analogy for continuing on a path of destruction. I am the one driving, I am the one crashing. I am the one hurting, I am the one staying. I want you to see the the crash as it’s me.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

You've certainly done that but - was it poetry or the way you're feeling right now? If the first, you've succeeded well. If emotional, you've offered even stronger emotions but in a more forthright way. Maybe that is how you feel: completely muddled - not knowing which way to go, whether or not there's a way out BUT trying too hard as if an order. Perhaps. .
Perhaps writing your feelings privately for a day or so, trying to discover which way your emotions are leaning would help. Maybe. Meantime, fine writing, gabbyhopharo.

[gabbyhopeharo]

I guess I can’t separate the moment from the writing and I don’t think I’d want to. Reading it again now I see scrambled eggs. The writing being the egg whites and my emotions the yolk, engulfing the piece. But then again most don’t take their eggs plain.

[emmajoygreen]

How very true. Perhaps we need be cuddled not coddled?

[gabbyhopeharo]

Maybe it’s due to past trauma or my general feeling of woe but I would agree with that statement twice.

I added to this poem as a new writing I just uploaded. More emotions, shocker…haha. “Stop Traveling”

Maybe the way I write I need there to be a meaning behind everything I say. And I want that meaning to be gut felt. That’s probably the wrong thing to say. I’d much rather write without pain. Hopefully someday! I wonder now if this is just a journal of mine? And I’m lying to myself saying I’m “a writer”

[emmajoygreen]

For now, allow the words to fall. Why immediately analyse them? Maybe they need to drift around for a while then - when ready, settle in their own good time. There's inevitably a ready moment waiting to be used !