A Drive Home
A Drive Homeon the daily,
Life has gotten more contained
At one time for several years
I worked in a remote setting
Where my time was mine to manage
For three months now
that ease of life has gone,
Its a monstrous commute
Rising before daylight
Preparing my self for the drive ahead
The dogs get fed and taken out
I eat breakfast
I get in the car and drive
Forever it seems
A cascading of events
Creates a nightmare of patience testing
Resilience in real time
As Waze dictates my every turn
The work is as expected
The people are pleasant
I understand my survival depends
On this stress filled journey
As it seems our government
Would rather see seniors in the grave
I talk to myself on the daily
Making brilliant arguments
Why this is what My life is
That any dreams of a peaceful
End of times are spent
The saving grace in all this
Is a partner that understands
Though it is difficult
My mind sees a waring blender of probable outcomes
That dictates what I do
While quietly smiling my anguish out loud
The toughest parts are the
quietly loud screams
That only I can hear
While trying with fictional patience
Speeding to an outcome of a final destination
Whether it is here or there
It seems life’s destination
Is as convoluted a journey
As When I prayerfully journey home
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2026-06-25 at 21:19
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