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Poems and Short Quips - 1. Cinched In
Intermittently, I catch glimpses of the mile markers on the road,
Reflective signs that denote the distance
To a destination still unknown.
We've passed many such signs along the way, You and I,
Pressing our foreheads to the glass, peering out into the darkness,
Looking for common ground across this expanse of uninhabitable land.
But there is no soft spot to rest our heads,
No safe haven to heal our hearts,
And the journey has become futile and full of vicious circles.
I've grown tired of our quarrels and moments of silence,
Weary of the dullness of the passing scenery
And the battles we fight within the painted lines of the highway.
I want to break free from our pointless flight to nowhere,
Yet I find myself constrained behind the seat belt
You continually cinch over me in order to keep me still,
In addition to the hand you slide over my knee,
With fingers digging down into flesh until you've reached bone,
Because you know it works.
Your grip holds me still for a little while longer,
As we continue the journey, continue moving forward,
Counting the endless white dashes that zip beneath our wheels,
Until, eventually, we push over the rise of this path we've chosen
And discover our true selves embedded along the horizon,
Stark and unrecognizable and in heavy need of repair.
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Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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