Rear view

My waiting seemed like an eternity
While you just took your time
No matter how many times I paused
You fell further behind.
It must have been more interesting
More important to say at least
The things that capture your attention
And made you slow your feet.
How many times did I come back
And try to take your hand
To move you past the obstacles
And get to where I am
But you always chose the detours
Content to let me run
A journey made for two
A destination for only one.
Objects in the rear view mirror
Became so small I couldn’t see
There was only my reflection
Staring back at me.
I threw the map out the window
Pushed the pedal to the floor
Set myself on cruise control
I’m looking back no more.
RaenellDawn 02/06/2017

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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