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I am weary of this road that I have taken
And the few detours that it provides
Maybe I am not made for such a long haul
Been riding this trail for far too long
Under far too much pressure, wearing down the tread
Ready for an oil change with no service station in sight
No stop sign for miles, no gas station ahead
Too late to go back, after all this time, to my previous stop
Out of gas, spluttering on fumes one inch at a time
Until I reach my destination, and then
Time to move on again
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (9)
Everyone in life will surely get to a point that will bring I di know 😱😱😱
So relatable, and so well said. This right here "Ready for an oil change with no service station in sight," I loved this line.
The feelings are understandable very well written.
I love this poem, Stephanie! I hope you're able to find a spark or a mechanic along the way ;)
Hope you get to refuel/ recharge soon... maybe Christmas!
An apt and clever metaphor for this so called life 🤍
The journey you've painted here resonates with the weariness that often accompanies the twists and turns of life.
This was so relatable! My body's engine light has been on for decades and I'm still going, lol
I'm so tired reading this!