I drove home yesterday.

All the way from north to south.

I drove home yesterday.

Not a sound escaped my mouth.

 

I drove home yesterday.

In the car all on my own.

I drove home yesterday.

When I left I wish I’d known.

 

I drove home yesterday.

My mind would have no rest.

I drove home yesterday.

Overthinking took control, that nasty little pest.

 

I drove home yesterday.

In tears that filled my eyes.

I drove home yesterday.

Blurred vision isn’t wise.

 

I drove home yesterday.

Loud music was my distraction.

I drove home yesterday.

Can’t let emotion gain any traction. 

 

I drove home yesterday.

And focused on the scene.

I drove home yesterday.

The trees turned red to green.

 

I drove home yesterday.

My bed brought no solace.

I drove home yesterday.

And lay wishing I was flawless.

 

I drove home yesterday.

My mirror drove me to the door.

I drove home yesterday.

Then found a treadmill once more.

 

I drove home yesterday.

And ended walking for hours.

I drove home yesterday. 

On my dresser were new flowers.

 

I drove home yesterday.

And thought of what my friend would say.

I drove home yesterday.

“I’m beautiful in each and every way.”

 

I drove home yesterday.

Not at all believing.

I drove home yesterday.

What was she perceiving?

 

I drove home yesterday.

She sees me through God’s eyes.

I drove home yesterday.

I see me through deceit and lies.

 

I drove home yesterday.

That won’t change anytime soon.

I drove home yesterday.

But I might begin to prune.

 

I drove home yesterday.

Prune the trees that are in my mind.

I drove home yesterday.

The trees with fruits and roots unkind. 

 

I drove home yesterday.

Bitter, hurt, angry, and sad. 

I drove home today.

The same way but healing a tad.