I'm stuck in my car
It can't go anywhere
Not because it's broke
Because I was unaware
Before picking up the nozzle
Make sure it's the right one
Or you'll pay those people
To come make it freaking run
Yesterday I was frustrated how much fuel cost
I ended up paying more than five times that amount
I'll also admit I wasn't wanting to travel four hours in the car
Even though it was to see my daughters school performance
For this lack of patience and constant complaints
I got stuck watching over six hours creeping
In this time a frustrated tide began to rise and rise
To the point I lashed out to life, feeling undeserving off it all
I spent so many years being angry at my whole life
Now I know I needed it to grow and find my light
I've turned it into love and tears but I can't turn the off switch
Now my nose is telling me it's hurting to much to cry
Going to bed last night I felt like the world didn't need my negativity
If you don't even want the next day to come why be here
Once again the universe showed me
Getting all call from my son in the morning
A kiss from my lady, even though I spoke out of turn the night before
Then a customer making me feel I help more than I thought
I think or hope I'm slowly starting to understand
There's always an answer and most definitely a plan
One day I'll stop questioning all that I am!
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The start of this was a short poem I did before all my frustration kick in!
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I got a question....? Oops I gotta stop questioning too! heeee.
Yes I still have a few but hopefully when the sun comes back out, they can just fly out of the window!
Yes too much questioning can lead to discouragement Dan - hope soon you will be assured as to your value my friend.
Yes it does.
I could give you an endless list of reasons for my value, but yet I'm still unable conquer a deep rooted feeling.
Oops I've started myself of again, but maybe that's it....
Thank you my friend
Be gentle with yourself friend. Life dealt you a hard hand early on and you didn't know how to play that hand well. I think you show us all that in giving of yourself you receive tenfold back and you have grown so much, you know this, it stands out in your writing.
But be gentle with yourself, old habits, old ways do not just disappear, they come back at moments when we are susceptible. Wisdom pushes them away and apologises.
You seem to have a good loving company around you... they wouldn't be there if you were not worthy.
I remember putting petrol into my diesel van one night, damn thing wouldnt go as fast as before... it didnt like starting the next day either. Another old habit from my petrol van days. Doh!
Thank you so much for the time you have given me in your words, I've read it a few times now and I truly appreciate them more and more.
I may write a lot but I know I still have far to go and your so perfectly right about taking it easy on myself.
Yeah, it was my first and definitely last time!
Those questions will soon be “Why were things that bad? When now all is fine.”
So true and a great rhyme. Hmm, next tattoo....
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