I hate car rides.
I avoid my dear mother
But there’s no hiding in a car
In which I have no escape from
ceaseless chastisements, and small abuses.
No door to slam, no walls to shield me
Because I am trapped
in a mobile box
I feel I am suffocating
and turn the AC up in vain
realizing lack of oxygen is not what causes my
throat to close up so
although there is a destination ahead
I feel like I am buckled in
seated for a never ending
Ride
My mother
the driver, the controller
the woman in power
she knows her position.
Beginning her bombardment
into my psyche
desperately seizing the
opportunity
to peek around my mind,
as she does so often in my room.
Looking hopelessly
tossing aside morals and ignoring
any feelings of guilt.
She wants answers.
She needs to understand why
I've been so distant
yet her daughter gives no leads.
So what other option is there
but to spy
and poke around?
Invade every aspect of my life
until there is no thought left unturned
and no stony disposition to guard against
my emotions.
I drown her out with the muses
they take over my senses
in danger.
My armor grace my ears with waves,
tales of love and happiness
my playlist saves me.
I block out her noise
And stare through the window
into the world.
It seems like a safe haven to me.
I hate car rides.
Author Bio:
Elena Maria is a high school student on the East Coast. She is an editor for her school newspaper and a member of the Poet’s Society club. Her love of writing and reading have shaped her hopes and dreams of becoming an author. She continually reflects on her own experiences, and listens to the lives of others as inspiration for her pieces.
I avoid my dear mother
But there’s no hiding in a car
In which I have no escape from
ceaseless chastisements, and small abuses.
No door to slam, no walls to shield me
Because I am trapped
in a mobile box
I feel I am suffocating
and turn the AC up in vain
realizing lack of oxygen is not what causes my
throat to close up so
although there is a destination ahead
I feel like I am buckled in
seated for a never ending
Ride
My mother
the driver, the controller
the woman in power
she knows her position.
Beginning her bombardment
into my psyche
desperately seizing the
opportunity
to peek around my mind,
as she does so often in my room.
Looking hopelessly
tossing aside morals and ignoring
any feelings of guilt.
She wants answers.
She needs to understand why
I've been so distant
yet her daughter gives no leads.
So what other option is there
but to spy
and poke around?
Invade every aspect of my life
until there is no thought left unturned
and no stony disposition to guard against
my emotions.
I drown her out with the muses
they take over my senses
in danger.
My armor grace my ears with waves,
tales of love and happiness
my playlist saves me.
I block out her noise
And stare through the window
into the world.
It seems like a safe haven to me.
I hate car rides.
Author Bio:
Elena Maria is a high school student on the East Coast. She is an editor for her school newspaper and a member of the Poet’s Society club. Her love of writing and reading have shaped her hopes and dreams of becoming an author. She continually reflects on her own experiences, and listens to the lives of others as inspiration for her pieces.
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