Wilting
I wonder why I put myself through so much anxiety when I was growing up
My foot would reach for that gas pedal like my life depended on it
The car would run across Orchard
The song of choice would take every breath and throw it in front of me
I would think of everything
I would think of all the screaming
I would think of all the pain that would choke me at night
I would think of all the people who didn't know how they were affecting me
I would think of all of the times the little girl would be hiding under her bed
It seems almost as if my soul knew that It was better for me to get everything out back then
It seems almost as if my soul knew that it was priming itself for the monster who would come around
Even after everything
Even after I thought I found some time of peace
It seems almost as if my soul is back on this track
Every bone in my body screams to be back on that road
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2022
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