Day 14

The Unknown

Okay so I parked the car while I was driving to the grocery store today because I saw the most perfect view of the Denver sky line through my windshield. Bridget and I ran along the side of the road trying to get a perfect shot but for some reason it didn't happen. It just looked really far away and dirty when it was captured on my camera, no where near as cool as it looked to me at first glance. This is my way too long reasoning for using an old photo.

This picture which was taken this past summer actually kind of goes with a poem I wrote. It's called "The Unknown". This poem makes me think of what Bridget will be like when she's a teenager and how I hope she never feels the need to run away from me. After I wrote it I couldn't stop thinking about it. Here it is.

I’m running away to discover the unknown!
Tired of being sheltered.
Tired of being told no.

You’re too young.
That's what they say.
It’s too dangerous!
What if you get lost?

I’m already lost with no chance to explore.
Find who I am,
What I’m capable of.
Tired of being told no!

Oh, I missed my exit.
It’s okay, it’s all part of the adventure.
I’ll take the next exit.
Where does it go?

Destine Beach, that sounds nice.
I feel more alive now.
Now that I know where I want to go.
Destine Beach, that’s where I’m destined to be!

I’ve got my window rolled half way down.
My hair keeps flying into my mouth
and getting stuck to my gum.
I don’t even mind.

I can breathe!
It’s that damp fresh morning air.
I’m freezing.
I don’t even care.

I take a sip of my coffee.
It would make most people sick
Loaded with sugar and milk
It’s more like syrup.

I feel alive!
I just want to scream!
I’m going to scream,
there’s noone to tell me no!

Shit!

I spilled coffee in my lap.
It stings.
It makes me laugh.

I think I can taste the ocean.
I know it’s still far away.
How far?
The sign says 159 miles.

I’ve been driving all night
It’s still dark outside.
They don’t even know I’m gone.
They’ll soon find out.

I left a note.
They’re going to be so mad.
I always do what I’m told,
They still keep me caged up.

I had to break free,
I couldn’t take anymore.
It feels so good to be wild,
I’ve never felt this way before.

I turn up the music and let it blare.
I have all of the windows rolled down now.
Wrappers are flying everywhere.

I can feel the wind rushing through my ears,
in my mouth and up my nose.

I’m passing through a long tunnel
the music is bouncing off of the walls.
The echo makes it sound like I’m in my own concert hall.

I’ve never been to a concert before.
I was never allowed.
They thought I would come back pregnant
or with an addiction.

I do have an addiction little do they know.
To life!
To adventure!
To the unknown!

Is that it?
Is that the ocean up ahead?
It is.
I can’t believe I’ve made it all this way.

I park on the beach,
run up through the sand.
I go to the ocean,
let it lick my toes.

I sit in the sand and bury my feet.
It’s warm.
It’s comfort.
It’s home.

I listen to the ocean.
Instead of the ocean I hear my heart.
It’s pounding.

I didn’t mean to hurt them.
Are they up yet?
Have they found my note?
Are they sad?

I havn't fixed this, it's the first draft that came out. This isn't me its a young girl who has just had her first taste of rebellion, her first push to try to find herself. For the assignment I was to write a poem about going someplace that the character either loves or hates. I had to begin or end it with a question and include a list of concrete items. I also had to mention at least two road signs and an actual place. Tell me what you think.