The Passenger

Born in December on a cold winter’s day I was baptised a Christian without any say My life given direction before I could walk A school then chosen before I could talk I went through communion and was soon confirmed In my inner cocoon I wriggled and squirmed I advanced through school to the final stage Soon after that I was earning minimum wage I lost that job and ended up in university Spending years later enduring much adversity I married and worked until I was told to retire My life force consumed like a ravenous vampire I sit here a widow, my kids flown the nest Patiently I wait for my eternal rest I spent my best days in the passenger seat I now well up in tears as my life’s all but complete I feel like I’ve never truly had much of a say Just putting my head down day after day It took twenty more years until my heart gave in Finally it’s time to get me out of this skin