The Crash That Started It All

Three friends.

On a thursday.

Getting lunch. 

Another car. 

We know them!

Join us for lunch.

Burritos...

Leave at same time.

Rev engine. 

Race? 

Yes. 

Cars go fast. 

Quick turn.

They tried to show off.

We crash. 

No ones hurt. 

Feeling scared.

Feeling terrified.

Feeling stupid.

Months of essays. 

Dangers of racing.

Months of trouble.

Months of complete disgust with myself. 

Months of self loathing.

God is stronger.

I am stronger.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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