Road Trip

A poem about memories

An unbroken line

Ribbon of asphalt

Traversing earth

Linking progress

To left-behind

Is it possible to

Never look back?

Either break the rear view mirrors

Or become a

Pillar of salt

Fire from heaven

Devours all I once knew

Is it really that simple,

Burn it all down?

Sometimes,

I pretend I

Can’t see past

The charred,

Smoldering embers

Where my old life lingers

The road remembers

Tread marks are

Monuments

If I accelerate,

Pedal to the floor

A race to forget

Is a quest I cannot win

Best I can do is

Make peace,

Shake hands

With the monsters

In my memory

Invite them along

Fill the backseat

We’ve a world to see

On the journey from

Who I was

To who I will be.

Image by Jose Murillo