Road Ahead

Becoming Me,

Becoming Free,

The road is a passageway of being independent and being me.

The freedom of life is what gets me inside, 

The street lights attack my eyes, 

The different colored cars make random turns, 

But I know that I am becoming me, and becoming free. 

I glide through the parking lot,

and get to a stall. 

But its not perfect so I must do it once more. 

I run into the fence straight ahead, 

I was scared but it was nothing yet. 

I roll out of a parking garage wrong,

there goes the bumper what else could go wrong. 

I play my music loud and hear a big thump,

Oh no, what could that be? 

It was a speed bump. 

Crackle, crackle, crackle, 

What is that sound? 

The music is gone, 

The speaker must have gone out. 

About to leave for school today. 

I turn the key and nothing is displayed.

I lift the hood and realize today, that this is what I have become

a bad driver, but who cares at least I won't be on the road today. 

I finally became me, and somewhat free.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741