Freeway poetry

The muddy mirrors on the freeway made it hard to look back.

In front of me clear view.

If I would have only taken the hand off my eyes,

it all would have made sense.

Warm red colours usually don't scare me,

but this time it was my paint chipping off my trunk.

I was a blank piece of paper.

I could have started all over.

Instead I picked up all the pieces and glue them back in my life.

You are who you are.

Picture: © Nefeli Patentali,Grand Rapids ,MI