As the song goes, “life is a highway.” Sometimes it’s an amazing ride, but other times we have to make hard choices about the roads we travel. No matter what, I think most of us find life better in the driver’s seat.
Taking the Wheel
Twisting roads make my stomach retch. Motion takes its toll,
but drumming tires with rhythmic sounds, hums away the woes.
I hate when I can’t drive – you’re so hard upon my soul,
Drove away from everything, except my car and clothes.
Reddened eyes and moistened cheeks are now the way I roll.
It took so long, why did I stay, heaven only knows.
Needing signs to guide my way, this is no simple stroll –
life behind is gone from me, let’s see just how this goes.
The wheel is mine, I’m driving on, trying to control
Shared with and linked to the Poetry Pantry – this is an awesome place to enjoy some poetry.
This poem was written in the Roundel poetic format. It’s a favorite format of mine. The initial inspiration of the poem came from teaching my son to change oil. But after I started writing, the poem took a life of it’s own, taking the wheel and driving in it’s own direction. What a twisted road!