Lily Rohm Poet Free verse

Taking the Wheel

Swerving. 
Jerking. 
Careening,
from one end of the winding road to the other. 
I am in the drivers seat,
but my hands are bound.  
He is jerking the wheel,
back and forth, 
laughing. 
Telling me i can never steer. 
I pull at the bindings around my hands,
it is no use. 
They are too tight. 
I contemplate,
letting him control the car. 
Suddenly, 
I am in action. 
I grip the wheel,
steering,
though still my hands are bound. 
I find control,
I take it. 
It is mine. 
The road twists,
turns. 
I turn with it. 
I turn the music up,
drowning out his voice. 
I bat his hands away from the wheel. 
As i listen to the music,
I notice- 
his voice is no longer there, 
his hands,
no longer fighting for the wheel. 
I find peace in the knowing. 
That i am in the drivers seat. 
My hands,
no longer bound. 
My mind,
no longer haunted by his words. 
The voice in my head,
for the first time,
mine.

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