I Drove Home Yesterday
I drove home yesterday.
All the way from north to south.
I drove home yesterday.
Not a sound escaped my mouth.
I drove home yesterday.
In the car all on my own.
I drove home yesterday.
When I left I wish I’d known.
I drove home yesterday.
My mind would have no rest.
I drove home yesterday.
Overthinking took control, that nasty little pest.
I drove home yesterday.
In tears that filled my eyes.
I drove home yesterday.
Blurred vision isn’t wise.
I drove home yesterday.
Loud music was my distraction.
I drove home yesterday.
Can’t let emotion gain any traction.
I drove home yesterday.
And focused on the scene.
I drove home yesterday.
The trees turned red to green.
I drove home yesterday.
My bed brought no solace.
I drove home yesterday.
And lay wishing I was flawless.
I drove home yesterday.
My mirror drove me to the door.
I drove home yesterday.
Then found a treadmill once more.
I drove home yesterday.
And ended walking for hours.
I drove home yesterday.
On my dresser were new flowers.
I drove home yesterday.
And thought of what my friend would say.
I drove home yesterday.
“I’m beautiful in each and every way.”
I drove home yesterday.
Not at all believing.
I drove home yesterday.
What was she perceiving?
I drove home yesterday.
She sees me through God’s eyes.
I drove home yesterday.
I see me through deceit and lies.
I drove home yesterday.
That won’t change anytime soon.
I drove home yesterday.
But I might begin to prune.
I drove home yesterday.
Prune the trees that are in my mind.
I drove home yesterday.
The trees with fruits and roots unkind.
I drove home yesterday.
Bitter, hurt, angry, and sad.
I drove home today.
The same way but healing a tad.