If they knew what was going on inside my head.
Driving close to 80 on the highway
A pickup truck in front of me
It’s bed full of wooded slats.
What if, I say to myself
a sharp piece of wood came through my windshield and stabbed me in neck?
Yet I would decide to keep driving till I made it to the hospital.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is an actual thought I had once. Created: 11/2/24 (Very fitting for how I feel today)
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Great write
Definitely have a day off and don't drive!!
Well I have to go to work later, but I’m trying to stay positive and chill.
In that case I'm sure you will be OK. Strength and flexibility would be a part of your person, I'm pretty certain.
I’m at work. I shouldn’t have called in. I can’t do this. I want to hide from politics today but it’s all around me and I can feel the tension in the room.
Understood now. The wood a metaphor for the personal dynamics involved when experiencing that election in a close working environment. I can only imagine what it must be like for you, given the way emotions have been whipped up there for months. Bad enough retired in Australia for me, but as nothing compared with your experience.
I cannot find the right words to give you comfort. Please let us know you survived.
Thank you so much for the words of comfort. It’s best to be present and take things one day at a time.
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