The Road So Far
A narrative poem about the long drive of life.
I feel like I fell asleep in the passenger seat, and woke up a thousand miles from where I last remember. I wonder how I got this far when the depressed slumber kept me numb. How many sights and trees did I miss passing by when my eyes were closed, and I, lost to unconsciousness? So I look to the driver's side, surprised, because the one behind the wheel is me. "I don't understand..." I say to my driving-self, but they just smile. "It's okay, you've been through much and needed the rest more than me. I'm happy to get us where we need to be." "So who are you?" I ask them, wondering how along all these rocky roads and through the dark night, they managed to keep driving without ever getting tired. "Your Hope, so don't worry. We're almost there." "Almost where?" And with a confidence I fully believe, they just wink at me. So I lean my head back on the window, doing my best to stay awake for the ride, but trusting that if I need to sleep, my Hope will always drive me.
YOUR PROMPT OF THE DAY
Find an abstract way to reflect on a recent journey, whether it was a trip to the store, or your four years at college. If you could talk through your experiences with yourself, what might you say while on that journey?
This post is the “Roads” entry in the Countdown to the Stars blog series. To learn more about the countdown and the book (coming Nov 2022) visit stillthestars.com.
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