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Drive
I remember sitting in the passenger seat
Way too young to be there
Passing semi trucks
And making them honk their horn.
I remember me and my sisters
Sitting on my dads lap
Getting to steer his car.
I remember packing everything
Moving one place to another.
Most of my childhood consisted of driving.
Driving from school to school
House to house
Man to man.
I never had a home as a child
I never had a safe place
Only thin walls
Thin enough to hear the yelling most nights
Only loud doors
Which are slammed and eventually broken off
I remember driving to the hospital after falling on my face
We stopped at the cemetery and gave Grandma T.T a visit.
We stared at the water and took in the cool breeze.
I remember driving to my best friend’s house
To cry into her arms
And wonder why my life is the way that it is.
For a long time I didn’t know who I was
Or who I wanted to be.
My mind blocked out all of the bad memories
And caused me to lose myself.
The memories are coming back.
They pile into my brain.
I am going through something I can’t explain
Something I can’t talk to about
But I’m surviving.
I remember very little from my childhood.
But instead
I’m driving towards my problems
Not away
And fixing what was broken.
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This is a free verse poem I wrote in class about moving on from the past.