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Reckless Driving II

a poem

By Kay HusnickPublished 7 months ago Updated 7 months ago 1 min read
Reckless Driving II
Photo by Randy Tarampi on Unsplash

Most days, I'm good. Healed. Safe. Fine,

but the memories I've buried aren't that deep,

not enough that scrolling to a personal PSA can't dig them up

so all of a sudden I'm back in that passenger's seat.

You screaming. Eyes off the road. Speeding. Reckless.

Angry at me for setting a boundary,

insisting it violates your own.

They called it abuse, the speeding out of anger.

You called it abuse, me not silently accepting the lies I could prove.

I refuse to tell anything but the truth these days, refuse to let anything else linger.

That moment, a turning point. A new beginning. A catalyst of honesty I wasn't ready for.

I'm ready for it now.

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Kay Husnick

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  • Matthew Dawood Khaghani 5 months ago

    It made me feel young and excitable, like being 7 again on Christmas Eve.

  • Mother Combs7 months ago

    🩷

  • angela hepworth7 months ago

    So poignant and real. I love how it ends with the start of acceptance and healing. ♥️

  • Sandy Gillman7 months ago

    The way you capture that sudden snap-back into a memory, I really feel it with you.

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