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
About the Creator
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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