Consider Me Gone

Forty miles south 
Any sign of that town is well behind me
Hidden in a cloud of dirt  
I hit the gas 
Gravel flies
I fade into the afternoon 
A restless woman with a truck. 
Gloomy skies and headlights 
I realize there's no going back 
All the pleading in the world wouldn't make me turn around
I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into
Maybe I'll race the moon and send up a prayer or two
I might "accidentally" get lost in the middle of nowhere just to feel something. 
There's nothing better than letting go 
Running down adventure while the world in my rearview crumbles.  
Risking it a little 
I go eighty in a fifty-five
For a moment I escape reality
And even crack a smile 
Possibly my strongest addiction 
One I don't intend on breaking from. 
Allow me to face my problems by chasing distance. 
Leave me alone with the stars,  
My compass on the open road 
Pointing me towards my next destination. 
Completely unfamiliar with my surroundings 
I feel my heart race.
Yes, finally.
The fantastic mystery continues as I take a left at the stop sign. 
I'd like to return in time for a Sunday sunrise
But something tells me not to count on it.


◄ Courage: A New Beginning.

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Mon 1st Feb 2021 06:39

Fantastic freedom ride Jordyn! ✌️❤️

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Brian Hodgkinson

Mon 1st Feb 2021 03:49

This one flew for me.

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New Shoes

Tue 19th Jan 2021 06:52

I think you called it Keith. I felt every emotion in that poem. And it brought me back to my final break that took several months to pass and at the end I was liberated from my past and free to move on.

Thanks for sharing Jordyn


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Mon 18th Jan 2021 22:40

A poetic drive into your future.

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D.W. Hamilton

Fri 15th Jan 2021 05:05

Freedom, possibly my strongest addiction.


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keith jeffries

Wed 13th Jan 2021 11:39

This is a poem which follows a break and the need to put behind the past. The words " there's nothing better than letting go" is very apt. This often takes courage and the poem is so descriptive of this dilemma that it has the reader in the vehicle experiencing these emotions. A good poem.
Thank you for this

Mariyam sheikh

Wed 13th Jan 2021 09:32

Exactly!!!! summoned with thorn even then rose blooms itself every day-....... #selfmotivation , it (poem) actually takes to my most recently mistake i did and the poem let my breath exhale with the satisfaction for what i planned for my desirable future.😇

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