And so I drive. I drive because I am feeling lost. I drive because it feels good to get away. I drive because, even though I’m down, I can be healed by the beauty in this day.
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I drive farther, turn after turn. With every beautiful shadow, I feel relief from the burn. The angry words. The exhaustive fight. With this kind of view, all becomes right.
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I drive uphills and down them, too. It reminds me of life, and it reminds me of you.
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I drive through corridors of beautiful trees, and it makes me feel safe, as if no one can see.
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I turn up my music, and let my hands decide where to go. I feel the weight leaving me, and my smile starts to show.
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I drive alone, but the music fills my mind. It’s chasing away the bad, and steady breathing is no longer hard to find.
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I drive by things that are vacant, and I drive by things that have been left behind. They remind me of us, and they remind me that our love has turned into something so unkind.
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I drive a little faster to pass this by. I see some other creatures, and their non-judging eyes. I slow my speed, and I allow myself to, finally, cry.
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The cry feels so good, and the sun shines so bright. I realize my problems are minute, and I’m gonna be alright.
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Turn after turn, I’ve been driving for a while. I left home with a burden, and I’m returning with a smile.
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Peace. Love. And seeing the beauty in everything.
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I wholeheartedly believe that getting out and taking a drive can cure many things. It’s almost as if everything you see becomes meaningful in some way, and by seeing the meaningful things, we are able to better put things into perspective.
And both. I took these photos, during my drive, and for me, they reflect the emotion/mood that I felt. I can’t be sure if everyone feels what I felt, but I know when I look at the photos, I remember exactly the way I felt, and what each photo meant to me in that moment... and how every photo I took made me feel a little lighter. :)
And that is what good poetry is too; a word expression of your emotions and feelings, hopefully felt by the reader.
The biggest problem, translation and communicating that abstract feeling effectively. Like you said, "I remember exactly the way I felt," but that may not be what another person sees. But while that is challenging to hone the reader into a certain emotion, it is also the greatest strength of poetry: multiple simultaneous interpretations based on text evidence.
Thanks again for sharing, and for the picture explanation! I can't wait to see more :)