Four wheels and a radio

I am eighteen and no one can touch me, so

Gripped tight and weaving,

Always leaving and entering the free spaces

Tap my brakes here and there just in case.

 

Strapped in tight for the ride

No laws really to abide but then there is me

Slamming my brakes

Screeching for twenty-nine feet

Honking my horn, listening to the extensive beep.

 

Suffocated by smoke and all the blood

Then there was a flooding

Sirens, horns, and screaming

My face and chest bruised and broken

I was taken.

 

Nurses called over the speakers of the hospital

Crazy to think about how I can but can’t feel

My body gets scanned

Scratches, bruises, and broken bones

Felt like a crushed stone.

 

Healed physically but mentally matured

Now a road that I understand is shared

Once never feared

I am a better driver

A memory I will always remember.