Thursday, July 9, 2009

Who Am I?

Who am I? I’m a complicated teenager. I’m like a Camaro. Sleek and simple on the outside. Fast and deceptive. Yet on the inside, I am so much more. There are so many complex pieces that are me. Once I have what I need I run like a beauty. Yet, I’m sensitive. One wrong move and I can crash and burn. Those pieces of me are scattered everywhere to be picked up by the next street sweep. In the eye of the beholder, I am a champion. A prize winning success. I’m the ticket to freedom. My heart songs blare through the stereos. I am the mind of the driver behind the wheel. I control where we go, what paths I will choose. With the life of the passenger at my mercy, I drive. I drive down every street, make every turn and back again. The map in my glove compartment is drawn each day. The hunk of machinery that is myself takes me through the experiences. My back window is covered and my mirrors non-existent. I cannot drive in reverse. I am now what I could not be then. My eyes are opened to the new road that lays before me. I will drive on to the end when will I pull in to heaven. Of course, I will have to stop for maintenance before I get there. These scratches and dents won’t get me through the gates.

2 comments:

  1. I really like this piece. The imagery is great and I love how you compare yourself to a car.

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  2. I like how you compared yourself to a car! It made the piece so much more interesting! Great job. And I like how you recognized that cars DO have dents and scratches but they can be fixed easily.

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